Blue bonnets and eggs bore baby birds in the morning.
Protein was be delivered by the beakful as the eggplants were tended to.
One evening a strident summer gale swept the woven home to the floor.

We three saw the falcon, and I knew it came for the babe, and then we grilled local steaks.

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