"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.

"She can't, I say."

"She can."

"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."