Firestone Hot Springs Paper Faces on Parade

"Well, I don't know, what kind of weakling crows you have been feeding on, but the ones I ate just hours before I met you were juicy and fat," Apple did not let the little weasel's insults get her off the track. But, of course, Nynka was correct. She was kidding. She had never tasted crow in her life. Not here by the geysers, not anywhere else.

"All you have to do is to sit, tip your head up and open your mouth, and wait until that roasted piece of food falls inside," she instructed. "I would like to spend more time with you, but I have to go. Good luck with your lunch," she said with a wink and mischievous smile, and left.

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