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My name is Quincy.
I am a quail. This is my baby picture. This is my mother and my brothers and sisters.
Click here Do you believe that this item violates a copyright? All the other quail tease him and think he's strange. In his spare time Oldenburg concentrates on golf, fishing, and spending time with the grandchildren. All the other quail tease him and think he's strange. Tired of being made fun of, he decides to learn to fly as well.
When I was born, I discovered that I could run. My mother was upset. I loved to run and I ran. I wanted to run, andrun fast. Flyingwas fun but it was slow. At least no one teased me anymore. One day I heard that there was to be an international competition between all of the young birds. There were to be running contests, real races. There were all kinds of birds there.
A hummingbird darted both forwards and backwards. There were several runners called ostriches and penguins. The young ostriches were really big. There were several other birds in the contest. Some thought they could run fast.
But only one other bird could do what I could do, the roadrunner. He was bigger than I was and my mother and father were worried. The race was to be around the course one time. It had a small pond and a large fence that challenged all of the birds.
One part required running. The fence and the pond required flying.
We lined up at the starting line. There were several crows, a roadrunner, an ostrich, and a quail. The quail was me. The wise old owl hooted for the start and we were off as fast as we could go.
The roadrunner and I ran very fast. The ostrich ran the fastest. The ostrich had long legs and he jumped over the water. The crows had stopped before the pond. They were tired from all of the hopping. We approached the tall fence. Sea birds can swim and fly. But several birds can run and fly. This is the story of Quincy, a quail who could run and fly, and just how the quail earned its topknot.
My name is Quincy. I am a quail. T is is my baby picture. T is is my mother and my brothers and sisters.
When I was born, I discovered that I could run. My mother was upset. I loved to run and I ran. I wanted to run, and run fast. Flying was fun but it was slow. At least no one teased me anymore. One day I heard that there was to be an international competition between all of the young birds. T ere were to be running contests, real races.
T at interested me. A young quail loves running so much that he's never even tried to fly. All the other quail tease him and think he's strange.