The WishbirdThe girl's hands came up to the bars and she gripped them tightly. She was speaking to Boy with her eyes, pleading for help. The girl's hands came up to the bars and she gripped them tightly. She was speaking to Boy with her eyes, pleading for help. Then a strange and beautiful sound came from her throat, rising and falling like the wind. Boy had never heard anything like it. And yet it was familiar. Oriole's beloved Wishbird is dying and she must