Red-tailed Rescue: an excerpt from chapter six
“Actually, Kate said, “I think it’s impossible to like school too much. If you want to know the
real truth, little buddy, I love school. But, I’m not fond of broccoli, I abhor war, and pretty much
detest the New York Yankees. They think it’s perfectly okay to buy all the best players just so
they can win the World Series every year. Their attitude really stinks. I want to be a veterinarian,
a writer, or a librarian when I grow up. Since I don’t have a brother though, I may end up as a
rancher when Dad gets too old to run our acreage. Ranching is in our blood. And you are?
Orville had remained silent during Kate’s lengthy family history lesson and her pointed editorial on war and baseball; but nonetheless he appeared keenly interested, taking it all in,
politely bobbing his head in acknowledgment and understanding. Orville clearly understood Kate was introducing herself to him, and when she stopped talking, he tried his best to respond to her last question appropriately.
He opened his beak, blinked his eyes, and a sound remarkably close to Oorrvuule flowed out. “Hunting is my family blood,” he added.
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