THE NEIGHBORLY SCREECH OWLS 



THEY LIVED IN A HOLLOW TREE NEXT DOOR AND 



SHOWED THAT THEY AT LEAST HAD 



NOTHING TO CONCEAL 



MR. SCREECH OWL was calling to his 

 mate "Wher-r-r-r-e are you-u-u?" 

 The Naturalist was lying in the grass enjoying 

 the moonlight and listening to the night 

 sounds. The insistent "Katydid, Katydid, 

 Katydid" and the low chirping of the crickets 

 were soothing to tired nerves after a day spent 

 in wrestling with abstract problems in the 

 study. When Mr. Screech Owl called, 

 "Wher-r-r-r-e are you-u-u-u?" to his mate it 

 was not Mrs. Screech Owl who answered, but 

 the Naturalist. Mr. Screech Owl was not 

 exactly deceived, but he was interested, and 

 flying to a low hanging branch over the 

 Naturalist's head he stared down with his big 

 round eyes and questioned, "Who-o-o-o are 

 you-u-u-u?" 



About this time Mrs. Screech Owl arrived, 

 and, alighting on a nearby tree, called to her 



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