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SHOTS FROM BABA'S PELLET GUN SLICED THROUGH THE COOL SPRING NIGHT. I LOOKED UP AND HELD MY BREATH. THE DARK SHADOW OF A SPARROW hit our rooftop and then tumbled down, landing in our garden with a soft thud.
"Hurrah!" Di Di and I shouted. Together with a dozen other children from our neighborhood, we scrambled to pick up Baba's prey.