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There's that little round man again, stomping, crying, kicking up dust! Circling overhead, with the cool sea breezes under your wings, you roll your eyes. You are an albatross, a mighty fishing-bird, and from up here, don't his red-faced tantrums look silly!
From what you've heard while picking clean a mackerel or two outside of the old seaside cottage, he used to be quite an important fellow. He used to command armies, they say, and rule Europe, wherever that is. But now he sits all day in his garden, chewing dates and feeding the birds.
That was before the two men began visiting. Skinny as sardines, and busy, twitching eyes. Though they are much taller, they call the man "General" and "Sir" and repeat everything he says. They beg him to return to Europe with them. Worst of all, they leave him his daily NEWSPAPERS.
When he reads these, and everything they print about him, he flies into a rage!
He grumbles!
He seethes!
He tears the paper in his teeth!
He even threatens the poor gulls and gannets picking breadcrumbs at his feet: "Filthy fowl! Winged rats!"
Rude little man! Teach him for bullying helpless birds. Turn your tail, catch the downdraft, dive down, down toward the noisy dust cloud in the garden ...
Have you ever thought about what goes on in a bird's mind as he circles overhead?
How about wacky talking tomatoes?
Magical pianos? Or monkeys who sneak junk food?
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Story by John Mohler Jr. (Copyright 2004 John Mohler Jr.) Illustration by Dave Dziedzic (Copyright 2004 Dave Dziedzic.)
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