out the window He can his a In a cozy room that smells a little like freshly sawed wood canary sits in cage and looks see the sky and almost half of a large spruce tree and in the distance a forest on a hill The cage and the room are his home Right now he's alone because the people he lives with are busy doing other things He can hear the voices of the women and the children in the house and in the garden In the evening he'll be able to hear the men again too
a mine looking for silver The canary has often During the day the men dig deep underground inside gone with them under the earth and sung for them When the air starts to run out he stops singing Then the miners know they need to bring themselves and the canary to safety They leave the underground tunnels and take their birds out with them into the fresh air Today though our canary has the day off
