I am a very dainty eater. Sometimes I like my food. Sometimes I don't.
Suddenly, Mr. Wind breathed through the tree and blew Brenna off her perch. She fell down, down, down, onto the soft grass below.
Before I went to bed, I decided to look at the stars. The Triangle Stair turned into a fort. I climbed up and looked through my telescope.
Sandah, the sanctuary's handsomest tiger never teased Patrick. He visited from the east side of the compound.
"I had a terrible toothache," he growled. "I drooled all day, and couldn't sleep at night, because my face hurt so much. I'm so glad I let the veterinarians pull that bad tooth. I feel so much better. You should do it."
With that, Sandah slinked off to eat his dinner.
As Twilly grew bigger I want you to know, it became very clear that his tail would not grow.
His body was truly a wonderous glory. But his tail was still puny. A sad kitty story.
Michael was tired of hearing about raptors and how impressive he should be. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he was visited by Oliva Osprey. She was almost as big as his father, even though she was still very young. She looked very majestic and proud.
"I am a very important raptor, and so are you," she chirruped. "I'm a cousin to you and love to fish and glide on air currents. My eyesight is so good, I can see fish under water from the air. I hunt with my talons, just like eagles. You are too old to be in the nest. You are an eagle. You must look proud and beautiful, like an eagle should. You can do it!"
Olivia Osprey flew away in search of a nice fat fish for dinner.