Dawdle and Dreyfuss by CE Botha

“What do you see?” Sella looked towards where her husband stood in the long grass. She ruffled her feathers in irritation before nestling back onto her eggs. Why wasn’t he looking for food as he promised? Dreyfuss craned his long white neck to see better. “They’re still there”, he whispered, although she didn’t know why,...

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