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"I want to climb a tree," Dusty said. "I want to catch
a bird"
"How will we know if there is a bird in the tree?"
Smoke scratched his furry head.
"We'll have to climb it first," Rocky said.
So the three cats ran through the woods and stopped at
the bottom of a huge oak tree.
"I can't climb that tree," Dusty said. "Look how big it
is."
"Dusty is right. There might be twenty birds in that
tree, but we'll never be able to climb it."
"How about that one?" Rocky pointed to a much smaller
tree.
"I think I can climb that one," Smoky said.
They ran over to the tree and Dusty climbed up first.
Smoky followed close behind. Dusty moved to the end of the branch and it
bent over. The farther he went, the closer to the ground he got. When
Smoky moved onto the same branch it bent clear to the ground. "I can touch
the flowers," Dusty said.
Smoky hung upside down, his tail nearly touching the
grass.
Rocky stayed close to the bottom of the tree. "This
tree is too small. No birds will build their nests in it. Come back down."
Dusty simply let go and fell into the flowers. He
landed on his head.
Smoky let go and fell into the grass, landing on his
tail.
"I don't think today is a good day to find birds. Let's
go and have some fish," Rocky said.
They headed to the river and caught a few fish. They
sat under the branches of the tall oak tree. Dozens of birds warbled, but
the cats didn't pay any attention to them. "Another time," Dusty said.
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