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“Where did it go? Where
can it be?”
The owl looked around
from tree to tree.
“I can’t see it. I wonder
where it went.”
The buzzard looked down
on some campers in tents.
They spent the whole day,
perched high on a branch,
Gazing down on the fields
and down on the ranch.
“It got away. We’ll never
find something to eat.”
The owl sighed, drooling
over the missed meat.
“Wait a minute,” Buzzard
said, “What’s that wriggling around?”
The owl looked down.
“There’s the snake, on the ground.”
“Let’s get it,” said
Buzzard and he swooped from above.
“Get it!” Owl shouted.
“Snake meat’s what I love.”
Buzzard caught it and
carried it up in his beak.
Neither he nor the owl
had nothing to speak.
They devoured the snake,
eating even its head.
Owl yawned, “Now I’m
ready for bed.” |
