The robins were unhappy that the pixies had been given wings. They took it as an insult and often chased pixies into brambles where they would get tangled in the prickly thorns. The pixies didn't mind in the late spring through early fall when there were blackberries and raspberries to eat.
One windy day a robin nest fell into the bramble bush, and the babies cried so piteously that the pixies came in a swarm.
"I know the path through," Rose said. "Several of us will lift the nest. Show us where to put it."
And they never argued again.
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