It came off the bird with an ripping sound. As this fearsom hark come by. They were fighting over this piece of meat, that they both had seen. This was lonely long road in the middle of no where that the meal sat. Playing in the wind back an forth with white clouds in the blue sky. Hours when by. It was like time was standing still just for those two flying this way an that way. Then the beak of the hark came again at the poor robin. The robin could not take this war in the sky any more it was tired and in pain. So the sad robin took flight for home with the hark not wanting to give up the fight following it. Finally seeing that he won he flew back to his prize.The End
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