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** Magpies **
*** The
Horrid Smell ***
by Bobby Mac
part 10 of 13 ( the horrid
smell )
“I don't like this Arthur”, said Mr
Magpies brother. “Neither do I”, said Mr. Magpie.
They flew back to join the other Magpies.
“Hummm,
ummmm, well”, said Mr. Magpie. “Hummm, ummmm, well,
what”, said an
irritable Dorothy, “I want my
breakfast, I’m tired, I didn’t get enough sleep and I
was
scared and .........”, “Do stop!!!”,
they all shouted at her, which made her cry all the
more. “Take
her home Dora”, said Mr. Magpie, “in fact we will all
go home, I’m
beginning to think that whoever you were
talking to last night about the big pets
just might be
right”.
“Oh no”, said Dora Magpie, “quick
everyone, back home, Will we be safe there Arthur?”.
“For
now”, he said, “until I see for my self just what is
going on”. Dora led the Magpies
home, they flew high in
the sky so as not to bump into any large pets. All the Magpies
sat in their nests very quietly and waited while Mr. Arthur
Magpie and his brother flew
around the garden, swooping low
every so often and quickly going back to tree top
height so as
not to fall prey to any large lurking animals. “What’s
that smell?”, said Mr.
Magpies brother, “pooohh,
it’s horrible, gosh it’s yuuuk!ll, what is it?”,
they both said
as they followed the horrid smell. It got
stronger and stronger, and there, near the little
bridge, was
a great big pile of what looked like, and what smelt like,
droppings
from a very large animal.
“P00000hl!”,
said Arthur Magpie, “you’d have to be really, really
big to do a pile like
that, really, really big, don’t
you think?”. “Yes”, said Arthur’s brother,
“do you think it
ate all the little birds”. “All
in one go, looks like the cats as well”, said Arthur, “the
cats
as well, let’s circle around and see if the ducks
are about yet, or the chickens”. Just
then they saw
Charlotte Hen laying on the ground by the hen house and there were
two
of her eggs that she’d been sitting on for the last
few days laying in the grass
uncovered. As they flew closer
Charlotte didn’t move, so they swooped over the
precious
eggs, she still didn’t move.
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Copyright:
Bobby Mac, June 2003
Published: www.tardemstudios.co.nz –
1st. February 2005
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