"Look at the girl. I see her come
to the post box every morning with her mum. She's all alone today and
she's got a letter in her hand to post. I say she can't do it. She's too
short," the owl said.
"I say she can. She's big enough
now. Her mum should have let her do it a long time ago," the buzzard
said. He blew a puff of air through his beak.
"If she can do it, I'll fly off
and find you a big rat to eat," the owl said. She fluffed her wings.
"If she can't do it, I'll fly off
and find you a snake. I know how much you like snakes; but I say she
can." The buzzard chuckled. His tail bobbed up and down."
"Here she comes." The owl nudged
the buzzard. "She's almost there. Will she do it or not?"
The girl ran to the post box. She
stood on her tip toes and dropped the letter inside.
"I win! I win!" The buzzard
flapped his wings up and down. I knew she could. I knew it. I knew it. I
knew it. Ha ha ha ha ha."
The owl frowned. "I suppose that
means I'll have to fly off and find you a big rat."
"That's right. Make sure it's a
big one too." The buzzard watched as the owl flew away. "Hee hee hee.
Serves her right. I knew the girl could do it." The buzzard looked down
and saw the girl run by. "I knew you could." Later on he sat next to the
owl devouring the biggest rat he'd ever seen.
Just then a boy and his dad came
rushing past. "Oh look. The dad is trying to teach his son to ride the
bike. I'll bet he falls off."
"I'll bet he can do it," the
buzzard said and took another bite.
"Here we go again," the owl said.
She watched the buzzard nibbling on the rat. "Never mind. I'm off to
find myself a snake."