During one cloudy sunny day there lived a
Raven in the tundra on top of a tree all alone and with no
one to bother him while he was sleeping. When he'd see mice
running around he too would go fly around and just enjoy
life around him. Like all the other ravens, he would fly to
the dump and eat gross dirty food and bugs that stink up the
trash by laying eggs in the left over foods. He didn't like
the older ravens telling him what to do, so he decided to go
somewhere else where noone would boss him around. He was
really bothered about the others telling him what was right
or wrong.
But everywhere he went they told him what
to do. Once they even told him to get out of the shade of
his tree because he was sort of brown looking. They told him
to fly out into the hot sun's rays so his brown feathers
could get black. He tried that because he didn't like to get
laughed at. But when it didn't work, he just rested in his
favorite tree where other birds were sitting around too just
doing nothing during the first warm days of spring. He never
got any rest though because almost all the birds were
telling him to go out and have some fun like flying way up
in the sky. But he just said he was too lazy and, anyway, he
said,"What's out there!? All you do is get chased by female
ravens. That's a waste of time. I can do better by just
sitting around doing nothing."
"Wrong, Raven! Says who? My name is
Chester, and I'm a rabbit. I why your feathers are the wrong
color and why they don't match with other ravens flying
around. So you think nothing works that can change your
color? But you're wrong. You see that fresh tundra out
there? There's blackberries that are good to eat there. Many
Ravens eat them, and when they want to keep their feathers
shiny and black they roll around on them. Why don't you try
it? Be oft!"
Yes I will try it, the Raven told
Chester. And so it was that after Raven ate the blackberries
and rolled around on them all his feathers changed into a
shiny black color. And he felt a lot happier.
By: Carmen Fitka
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