One day, long ago, a little bird in Galilee saw a large crowd gathered around a Man carrying a heavy wooden cross. On the Man's head was a crown made from a thorn branch. The thorns were long and sharp.
The little bird saw that the thorns were hurting the Man. It wanted to help Him, so it flew down and took the longest, sharpest thorn in its tiny beak.
The bird tugged and pulled until the thorn snapped from the branch. Then a strange
thing happened. A drop of blood fell
onto the bird's breast, staining it bright red.
The stain never went away. And so today the robin proudly wears a red breast, because it helped a Man named Jesus.
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