The Third book of the Dun Cow: Peace At the Last
“By now everyone knows about Wachanga’s scent path, and everyone jumps to help her, for most of her scent posts have been covered under thick snow.
The Brothers Mice burrow under the deep drifts and skitter the ground in search of the scent of her “Ancestors.”
“Step-papa Weasel. What are ‘ancestors’?”
“Ask Boogaloo Crow,” grumbles John Wesley. “Boogaloo Crow, he knows everthings. This, that and t’other. This, that and t’other.”
Mr. Pertinax Cobb burrows where the snow mass is too... packed too tight for a Mouse’s whiskers.
Where the snow has hardened into a crust, the Doe De La Coeur punctures the crust with her long legs. (Her gracious legs, thinks Pertelote, worried that the Doe might break a bone.) Then with the points of her hooves she scrapes and breaks the soil below, and the Plain Brown Bird twitches down and brings up a bit of the dirt for Wachanga’s assessment.MoreLess
The Brothers Mice burrow under the deep drifts and skitter the ground in search of the scent of her “Ancestors.”
“Step-papa Weasel. What are ‘ancestors’?”
“Ask Boogaloo Crow,” grumbles John Wesley. “Boogaloo Crow, he knows everthings. This, that and t’other. This, that and t’other.”
Mr. Pertinax Cobb burrows where the snow mass is too... packed too tight for a Mouse’s whiskers.
Where the snow has hardened into a crust, the Doe De La Coeur punctures the crust with her long legs. (Her gracious legs, thinks Pertelote, worried that the Doe might break a bone.) Then with the points of her hooves she scrapes and breaks the soil below, and the Plain Brown Bird twitches down and brings up a bit of the dirt for Wachanga’s assessment.MoreLess
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