The Geese and Ducks, hearing the clatter and cries of the Chickens and Turkeys stand at the shore of the creek wondering which way they should go. There had been a strange smell on their small beach that morning, when they arrived to play and bathe. Maybe the invader came from the water. Maybe it had a friend still hiding in the depths of the pool. No, their instincts told them. The water was the safe place. The water is where Ducks and Geese head when a predator is in the vicinity. Right? They came from countless generations of domesticated Birds. Instincts were not allways what they could be.
Hearing their discussion Marty Dog , who was headed to the barn, stopped and jumped into the creek. He waded around a bit. He took a drink.
He called to them, "Don't worry, there's no one in there except some tiny fish and tadpoles."
"Great!" the Geese said. "Lunch is ready," forgetting their fear as the anticipation of the food Marty Dog had found took over their thoughts.
Yet the tremendous cries still came from the Barn. Who or what was in the Bird Room? >>
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