Pharoh the Sparrow

Last year for Christmas, Santa brought my sweet girl a birdhouse kit that she made with her real tools (also a gift from Santa) and a little help from her daddy. She was very proud of it and painted it, then hung it in a tree that we can see from our kitchen window.
She was even more excited when some little birds, apparently Finches, came to move in. Last Summer, some sparrows in the neighborhood were a little jealous of the new accomodations the Finches had found, and they hung out and tried to scare them away. They did not succeed, and the Finches lived there all summer.
They came back this year, and the Sparrows were really angry. There have been some mean pecking fights around that birdhouse, but the Finches have always stood their ground.
Until yesterday... We noticed from the window that there was a mean fight going on, and later, we went outside only to find a little finch, very dead laying on the ground beneath the birdhouse.
Sweet girl very indignently said,"What was that mean, ole' Sparrow thinking? That wasn't his home, he was a bully." Then she suggested that we bury him and have a funeral. Daddy dug the whole, and together they lowered him into his shallow grave and covered him. Sweet girl said a little prayer for him, and asked god to protect him in heaven.

Then she said," You know what? I'm gonna call that sparrow, Pharoh because he's just like that bad King that tried to chase god's people away, and he's a bully just like that Pharoh. He better watch out, cause God's gonna send some plays (plagues) down to that sparrow and he's not going to like it. I'm gonna say a prayer for god to help him be a good bird, not a bully." Who would have thought that a 4 year old would listen so well to the bible stories that she hears at preschool?
Watch out Pharoh the sparrow!