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And poof! He was off. He was high in the sky. He was flying much higher than most birds could fly. He was free of those nets and that boat and those men. That ol’ star had come through for the fish once again. He was a great mountain bird. He was soaring so proud. He was flying as high as his bird wings allowed. And he soared and he soared. He soared left and soared right
