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The small bird chirped happily in a tree. Good. The creek was flowing strong on its way toward Canada. Perfect. The old dead leaves crunched under the small dears feet as he potroled the forest. Wonderful. Why is that strange bush moving? It was not a bush at all. A well camoflaushed hunter lurked in the forest looking for new prey. Not good. The older stronger buck frolucked in the field. Hearing a small crunch as the hunter moved in, the buck froze. After a few seconds passed he bolted away fast into the trees. Good.
The Check List in the Mind of Mother Nature
 i3Londie97 · Thu Jun 11, 2009 @ 03:15am · 0 Comments |
