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CRANE

A great gray crane awoke on a swamp, on a mossy hillock. It smoothed its’ feathers with the beak and emitted a haunting cry from its long throat with all of its passion!

Then it was breakfast time, and master crane flew to eat its’ fill of peas. And then it flew to the river to wash it all down, and it saw its’ reflection – and it was good! The legs were long, the neck was thin, the plumage – a refined grey. Naturally, the crane then spread-out its wings and began to dance around with its’ long legs, stomping with them, and doing sit-ups, twirling around – and seeing its’ reflection do the same…

OWL

An owl got soft feathers and silent wings that do not whistle in the air or make any other noise; the talons of an owl are twisted and sharp, none can escape from such talons – neither mouse nor squirrel nor a sleeping bird. An owl would rather hunt at night and sleep during the day, see?

…Two chickadees were flying through the forest, investigating branches for bugs and suddenly they saw the aforementioned owl. Immediately, a cry went through the woods: “Hey all you fellow birds, you gather here! Here it is, here it is, the night killer, here it sits, here it sits, with its’ bulging eyes!”

Description
CRANE

A great gray crane awoke on a swamp, on a mossy hillock. It smoothed its’ feathers with the beak and emitted a haunting cry from its long throat with all of its passion!

Then it was breakfast time, and master crane flew to eat its’ fill of peas. And then it flew to the river to wash it all down, and it saw its’ reflection – and it was good! The legs were long, the neck was thin, the plumage – a refined grey. Naturally, the crane then spread-out its wings and began to dance around with its’ long legs, stomping with them, and doing sit-ups, twirling around – and seeing its’ reflection do the same…

OWL

An owl got soft feathers and silent wings that do not whistle in the air or make any other noise; the talons of an owl are twisted and sharp, none can escape from such talons – neither mouse nor squirrel nor a sleeping bird. An owl would rather hunt at night and sleep during the day, see?

…Two chickadees were flying through the forest, investigating branches for bugs and suddenly they saw the aforementioned owl. Immediately, a cry went through the woods: “Hey all you fellow birds, you gather here! Here it is, here it is, the night killer, here it sits, here it sits, with its’ bulging eyes!”