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... iot fell under the eaves, its claws frozen. Its golden feathers had been plunked. Standing on the window, the little loriot longed for the fire, and its tiny body trembled with chill. Inside the room, there was an elder. Seeing the little animal was rather poor, he pushed the window open and the poor thing fell on his hand. The stove fire let its frozen body regain consciousness. The elder prepared food for it. The little loriot jumped on the silver plate to enjoy the delicious food. The scene c ...
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