"But I am a canary."
"Where do you come from?" asked the Crow.
"I lived in a cage. I was born in a cage. I grew up in a cage. But I always wanted to fly about like other birds. The cage hung near the window and I always watched other birds. They looked so happy and my cage seemed so small. Well, one day when the little girl, Verotchka, brought my cup of water, she left the door open and I flew out. I flew about the room first and then I flew out through the open window."
"What were you doing in a cage?" said the Crow.
"I am a singer, you know."
"Just sing for me, then," said the Crow.
The Canary sang. The Crow, with his head tilted to one side, listened and wondered.