The Two Sides
Of Justin Part 1
Justin took careful aim and threw. He had considered himself to be the top
marksman in the district. Daily he
bragged, “None of you boys are as straight as I am. I hit whatever I aim at.”
At certain times during the day, many birds gathered on
Austin’s pasture. There they could be
seen very early in the morning or when they were not many children around. The birds knew by instinct, that the boys
meant them harm. At these daily times
when they assembled, they presented a most beautiful picture. Among the hundreds of birds were doves, wild
pigeons, sparrows, blackbirds, yellow breasts and on rare occasions, a wild
parrot or two. This was a strange sight
because the parrots usually viewed the action from the safety of the tallest
trees on the pasture.
Suddenly, the birds scattered. Their peace was disturbed as they flew in
every direction. The picture was now
utter confusion as their flapping wings hurriedly carried them away from the
source of their peril. All except one
escaped. That unfortunate bird was a beautiful, wild pigeon with a white breast.
Stewart Russell © 1997
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