My Walk

(The following story was handed to me by my 6 yr old daughter last night.)

 

My Walk

 

I walked down a path and I saw a bird’s nest.  It was in a tree.  I climbed up the tree and saw some eggs.  Then I saw the mother coming.  I saw her face.  It did not look very happy.  I climbed down the tree.  Then I looked up in the tree.  The mother was guarding her eggs.  It started to get dark, so I went home.

 

The next day I went down the path again.  I climbed up the tree.  The eggs were hatched.  Then I saw the mother.  She had a worm in her beak.  She fed her babies and then sang a pretty song.  I loved the song so much that I hummed along.

 

And that is how I learned to hum.

 

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I love surprise endings.

 

7 miles @ 8:56 pace. HR 125.