At dawn, I got out of bed early in the morning and went upstairs to have a look. It's weird. Where did the swallow go? Maybe it was taken away by a mouse. Let's ask my grandmother. I changed my shoes as soon as possible, finished washing and went downstairs. I saw her peeling corn. I asked her where the swallow had gone. As soon as she heard it, she said that the swallow was on the balcony and I didn't see it.
Grandma said while walking that when she put the swallows on the balcony, many swallows came at once. I guess it should be Mother Swallow, Brother Swallow, Grandpa Swallow, Father Swallow and Grandma Swallow. Many swallows circle around the swallow, ready to take it away from time to time. But when she saw grandma peeling corn here, she was afraid that she would hurt herself if she flew down, so she moved the stool for peeling corn downstairs and told her to go away.
I went upstairs with my grandmother, only to see her pointing to the balcony. What happened? Swallows and plastic bags are missing. Maybe the mother swallow dragged the little swallow in, but why does she need a plastic bag? Did she accidentally take it and lose it halfway? But grandma and I looked at the bird's nest. There are neither plastic bags nor swallows. Grandma and I went upstairs again. Suddenly, grandma and I saw something. Guess what we saw.
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