There was a little girl named Katja, playing on the street. Suddenly, she heard a noise, a crackling sort, coming from a trash can. She looked in and saw an old radio, rusty and dusty, humming in static: "Fix me please, just a battery change and I'm good as new!".  The girl picked up the radio and brought it home. There she asked for a battery and swapped it in, but there was no change at all. The radio kept crackling: "It must be the dust, please clean it away and make me anew!" Katja jumped up and wiped away the dust with her skirt. Unchanged, the radio hummed: "It's my receiver then, so crooked, don't you think?". The girl straightened it out to no avail. "I'm all broken, unfixable!", sadly buzzed the radio and played a gloomy song. "It crackles like autumn leaves, I like your sound!", said Katja and hugged the old machine.
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