Stone Circle Little hawk

Yes! That’s what I was thinking too. A turtle trap! Swift’s tail beat furiously as he gazed at his mother. That she had the same idea as him pleased him, and though he would never tell her, he felt proud of himself over it too.

Excited, the young Redhawk spared no moment in turning from the bank and bounding off again like a little deer, calling over his shoulder for his mother to help him find the berries, weeds, and anything else that might tempt the rock turtle into revealing itself.

Let’s meet back at river! Last one there loses and has to… stick their whole head in the water and blow bubbles!