Bob White and Carol the Meadow Lark 



Pasture. Along this Peter scampered, lipperty- 

 lipperty-lip, on his way to the bramble-tangle. 

 He didn't look either to right or left. It didn't 

 occur to him that there would be any use at all, 

 for of course no one would build a nest near a path 

 where people passed to and fro every day. 



And so it was that in his happy-go-lucky way 

 Peter scampered right past 'a clump of tall weeds 

 close beside the path without the least suspicion 

 that cleverly hidden in it was the very thing he 

 was looking for. With laughter in her eyes, shrewd 

 little Mrs. Bob White, with sixteen white eggs 

 under her, watched him pass. She had chosen 

 that very place for her nest because she knew that 

 it was the last place any one would expect to find 

 it. The very fact that it seemed the most danger- 

 ous place she could have chosen made it the safest. 



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