... AND STOOD THERE, PROUD AND FIERCE, WITH ONE FOOT STILL GRASPING ITS VICTIM
THUS THEY PASSED THE NIGHT, TOLERABLY WARM AND COMFORTABLE, AND EVEN SLEEPING
“HOW THAT BIRD DOES SING!”
A “JUBILEE” SPARROW
AND THE BLACKBIRD BEGAN HIS ORATION
... DEEP IN MEDITATION ON THE PROBLEMS WHICH OCCUPIED HIS MIND
“WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME, AS I SEE YOU WAG YOUR OWN TAILS SO CONSTANTLY AND SO NICELY, WHY YOU DO IT?”
PIPI LOOKED UP AND SAW FLIP; IN AN INSTANT THEY WERE TOGETHER
HE IS SITTING AND EATING HIS DINNER AT THE FOOT OF HIS FAVOURITE OAK
TAIL-PIECE TO “THE OWLS’ REVENGE”
