Inside of little Jean there lived a naughty imp. His name was "I Forgot." One time this imp made Jean do a very wicked thing.  
Jean owned a canary, named Goldie because of his golden feathers. Whenever Jean came into the room where his cage hung, Goldie would pour out a flood of song.
 
But one morning when Jean came in there was no flood of song from the yellow throat. The tiny singer lay still on the bottom of his cage. Jean slipped in her hand in alarm and drew out her little pet.
 
"Mamma, mamma," she cried, "something's the matter with Goldie!"
 
The imp "I Forgot" laughed as he heard her, but Jean's mamma did not laugh. She knew about "I Forgot," and she laid her hand tenderly on Goldie's little body, all thin under the fluff of feathers.
 
"Goldie has starved to death, Jean," she said sadly. "Why didn't you feed him?"
 
"I f-forgot!" sobbed the little girl.
 
"Forgot! Poo............