Ursa tale # 43 of 64
Ursa Ran Out
He wanted out. He wanted to be outside. Outside he sniffed the air and relaxed, and walked. He wished to be a creature other than himself. Two black labs came along. They frisked on the grass. “Stay,” Ursa barked. The dogs followed him, licking his hands. “Stay,” he growled. Ursa hunched his shoulders, maybe raising his hackles. The dogs sat on the grass and waited for Ursa to lower his guard. He did, and they were at his side, one on the left and one on the right. So Ursa took a walk. They came to an abandoned aviary built into five wooden steps. The steps sat on the street. They led to Ursa’s car. Wire screen covered the sides of the steps. Little square holes in the screen allowed birds to fly through. The aviary was empty. The two black labs pushed through the screen to get in the shade. They walked in small circles. “Come on” Ursa whined, but the dogs flopped down for a nap. The aviary looked like a nice place to sleep. Ursa sighed longingly. “Stay, dogs,” he whispered, walking away, being Ursa. “Sweet dreams, dogs.” Ursa Ran Out
Ve wanted out. Ve wanted to be outside. Outside ve sniffed the air and relaxed, and walked. Ve wished to be a creature other than verself. Two black labs came along. They frisked on the grass. “Stay,” Ursa barked. The dogs followed ver, licking ver hands. “Stay,” ve growled. Ursa hunched ver shoulders, maybe raising ver hackles. The dogs sat on the grass and waited for Ursa to lower ver guard. Ve did, and they were at ver side, one on the left and one on the right. So Ursa took a walk. They came to an abandoned aviary built into five wooden steps. The steps sat on the street. They led to Ursa’s car. Wire screen covered the sides of the steps. Little square holes in the screen allowed birds to fly through. The aviary was empty. The two black labs pushed through the screen to get in the shade. They walked in small circles. “Come on” Ursa whined, but the dogs flopped down for a nap. The aviary looked like a nice place to sleep. Ursa sighed longingly. “Stay, dogs,” ve whispered, walking away, being Ursa. “Sweet dreams, dogs.” |
Ursa Ran Out
She wanted out. She wanted to be outside. Outside she sniffed the air and relaxed, and walked. She wished to be a creature other than herself. Two black labs came along. They frisked on the grass. “Stay,” Ursa barked. The dogs followed her, licking her hands. “Stay,” she growled. Ursa hunched her shoulders, maybe raising her hackles. The dogs sat on the grass and waited for Ursa to lower her guard. She did, and they were at her side, one on the left and one on the right. So Ursa took a walk. They came to an abandoned aviary built into five wooden steps. The steps sat on the street. They led to Ursa’s car. Wire screen covered the sides of the steps. Little square holes in the screen allowed birds to fly through. The aviary was empty. The two black labs pushed through the screen to get in the shade. They walked in small circles. “Come on” Ursa whined, but the dogs flopped down for a nap. The aviary looked like a nice place to sleep. Ursa sighed longingly. “Stay, dogs,” she whispered, walking away, being Ursa. “Sweet dreams, dogs.”  COLORING PAGE
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posted 4 March 2014
