a small amount of yellow rancid butter. Bull 
reached in and began to pick this off with the 
end of his bill. It tasted so good and he became 
so engrossed in his work that he failed to notice 
Silly Sim, who slipped up suddenly and turned 
the cask over on him. With many joyful 
chuckles Sim reached under the edge of the cask 
and caught Bill by the feet. Then with one 
hand he reached for his bell and string. Soon 
he was running across the dump heap shouting 
to the boys in the distance to come and see 
what he had done. 
Mildly curious, they gathered about, looking 
at the buzzard now securely decorated with a 
bell. The string holding it had been tied 
around the bird’s neck close to the body. It 
was not tight enough to hurt but at the same 
time it could not slip back over the body, and 
as it was under the long neck feathers, it could 
not slip forward. 
Bill Buzzard struggled a few times to escape 
and doubtless was more or less uneasy, but he 
was a gentle old soul and did not even peck at 
the hands that held him. I hope this exploit 
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