Date Posted:14:25:54 03/04/04 Thu Author: Mr. Beeba Subject: old and tired
The old snowy owlgryph sat hunched over on a high slender branch, stubbornly folding his arms. That Alia. *humph* Always running off and having fun without me. he grumbled to himself. But suddenly his old legs gave way and he lost his balance, tumbling down the tall tree, branches snapping on contact. He flapped his wings and struggled to take flight or just stop, but he soon reached the forest floor with a thud.
