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A fierce battle in the tree-tops The little ones came out of their den and began playing together Leaping out of the tree-top and hurling himself into the fight One of the chicks was resting upon the mother's back Once my old dog Don started a woodcock Then he, too, shot over the rock The soft tongue struck one of his trailing legs Moowen had been here many times ahead of me He drove off a mink and almost killed the savage creature A flash of silver following the quick jerk of his paw Escaped at last by swimming an icy river The bear and her cubs are gathering blueberries in their greedy, funny way Lunged away at a terrific pace

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