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On a dreary fall day in a deserted forest, Stella the squirrel 

paced quickly around to find a bunch of acorns. ‘It’s so 

quiet’ she thought. Just as she was about to munch on a 

delicious acorn that she had discovered, mysteriously 

hidden behind a massive fallen tree. A loud sound filled the 

air around. 

Stella followed the sound to an old oak tree, where she came 

upon Leo the Beaver chopping at it. Another sound filled 

Stella’s ears, but this time it was a high-pitched screech.

Stella climbed up the huge oak tree passing Leo. She 

jumped on to a thin branch where a baby bird sat screaming 

at the top of its tiny lungs. Stella quickly realized if Leo cut 

down the tree. The baby bird will fall since it does not know 

how to fly yet.

On the way down Stella, meets a bird pecking at a hole to 

store acorns. She jostled all the way down. 

Leo bolted up, astonished by seeing a friend after weeks. 

“Blimey Leo! You do realize that there is an innocent baby bird 

up on a branch of this tree that u are about to cut down and if 

you do cut it. Then it’s going to fall.” Stella exclaimed. “ya, so 

what?” asked Leo, who was apparently looking determined. 

As the two argued, the mother of the baby bird swooped down 

and took her baby away to find a new tree. 

Seeing the birds back to safety. Stella hurried towards Leo just 

in time to see Leo strike one last blow that knocked the tree 

over. The bird that had been pecking at the tree, not having 

noticed fluttered angrily off the branch looking at Leo with 

pure disgust on his face. ‘He’s up to no good. I better keep an 

eye on him.’ Stella thought to herself. 

The next day Leo decided to finish building his dam, so at 

dawn he set off heading towards the interior of the forest 

finding a lovely oak tree. On one of the branches slept the 

same baby bird from yesterday. Leo who could not have cared 

less struck a mighty blow at the tree. He struck repeatedly. 

The baby bird’s scream died out as the sound of chopping 

wood grew. Just as Leo struck his last blow, a bird swooped 

into the tree grabbing the baby bird and sped to safety. 

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