Soon Stubs and I had found a bird wise enough and big enough to teach Mapel to fly. She was a great horned owl, just about the same size as Mapel would be as an adult. She was very nice and wise and her name was Scarlet. Soon she had Mapel getting her wings right and starting to fly. I smiled at them, sitting by a fairy ring. I wondered what it would be like to fly. . .
"How do you like the animal clearing?" Stubs asked me.
"It's cool, I like it. Can I come back tomorrow?"
"Of course, Mapel still needs flying lessons, and she doesn't exactly have anyone to teach her except Scarlet."
"Ok, I'll walk down in the morning to the golf course and meet you there at around sunrise?"
"Yes, that should work, anything else?"
"No, that's all." I said the words, not really meaning them. I had so many things to ask Stubs, but he didn't seem like the one to ask.
My mind wandered off to the beauties of the animal clearing. I watched all the birds and deer and squirrels and other animals playing in the clearing.
"Stubs?"
"Yes?"
"Can Mapel talk?"
"Well, do you know how old she is?" I thought about this for a minute.
"No, is there a way to tell?"
"Well, looks can be one way, size is another, and last is maturity."
"Well, I don't exactly have anything to compare her to." As soon as I said it, I realized I did have something to compare her to! "Wait! I have a Phoenix book at my treehouse to compare! Can you give me a ride, Stubs?"
"Of course. Call Mapel and we'll go." I called Mapel and hopped on Stubs's back.
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•The Baby Bird•
Adventure"It fit in the palm of my hand . . . " Rosie has no idea what she just found, but she has a feeling it's important. Follow Rosie on her quest to find out why she was the one chosen and why they thought she would be better to do it than any other o...
