PIRATES AGAIN 
“What was that?” Baby Laughing Loon 
looked and listened. There it was again 
Clap! Clap! Clap! Surely it was the sound 
of wings. Whose wings could it be? Her 
own people and all the Puffins people as 
well as Mrs. Swan and her family must 
be far, far south by this time for she and 
Little Brown Seal had journeyed on the 
sea days and days already and their journey¬ 
ing had been slow indeed. Once there had 
been a great storm and a strong current. 
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