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Huge yellow eyes glared
as the robins flew by,
Soaring and sailing
across the deep blue sky.
They saw him and landed
on the branch next to him.
“Hello, Owl. This is Jock
and I’m Jim.”
Owl didn’t answer but
ignored them with a frown.
“I said, hello, Owl,” Jim
said and made faces like a clown.
“He’s not going to
answer,” Jock added, “He’s not nice.”
“I’ll say,” Jim answered.
“His stare’s as cold as ice.”
The robins taunted the
owl and called him lots of names,
Like Grumpy and Sour Puss
and even Jesse James.
Suddenly the owl moved
and let out a great sigh.
The corner of his beak
moved as did one of his eyes.
“Are you talking to me?”
he asked and turned his head to the side.
The robins glanced at
each other as the owl’s beak opened up wide.
“I’ll eat you for
breakfast,” he snarled. “I’ll eat you for lunch too.”
The two robins gasped and
in fear away they flew.
The owl was pleased
because he could sit and sleep.
And so he did and never
made a sound, not even a peep. |
