Owl took the kettle out of the cupboard.
"Tonight I will make tear-water tea," he said.
He put the kettle on his lap.
"Now," said Owl,
"I will begin."
Owl sat very still.
he began to think of things that were sad.
"Chairs with broken legs," said Owl.
his eyes began to water.
"songs that cannot be sung," said Owl,
"because the words have been forgotten."
Owl
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