The Little Wren grew hungry, and, seeing that it was boring to eat alone, flew off to find company.
He flew and flew, and came upon a Deer.
"Ms. White-Taile
d Deer, may I eat out with you?" Asked the Little Wren.
"Yes, you may join me, as that is exactly what I am doing now," Nodded the Deer.
"... But what is it that you are eating?" Asked the Little Wren and looked around in a confused manner.
"Grass," Answered the Deer sagely.
The Little Wren looked at the green stuff in abject terror and fled the scene.
"Yes, you may join me, as that is exactly what I am doing now," Nodded the Deer.
"... But what is it that you are eating?" Asked the Little Wren and looked around in a confused manner.
"Grass," Answered the Deer sagely.
The Little Wren looked at the green stuff in abject terror and fled the scene.
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