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Updated: May 6, 2025
A warm wind blew gusts of odor from the meadowsweet by the brook, now and then bee and beetle span homeward through the air, booming a deep note as from a great organ far away, and from the verge of the wood came the "who-oo, who-oo, who-oo" of the owls, a wild strange sound that mingled with the whirr and rattle of the night-jar, deep in the bracken.
Well, after a while it began to get darker. Br'er Mocking Bird came out, and he looked at Li'l' Hannibal and then he began to scream, just like Ol' Miss Guinea Hen: "Catch him! Catch him! Catch him!" Br'er Screech Owl looked down from a tree and he said very hoarsely: "Who! Who! Who-oo!" Then all the frogs began to say, loud and shrill: "Li'l' Hannibal! Li'l' Hannibal!"
So I pushed the drink around, and felt their grudge against me lessening while Sergeant Inch sang, 'Robin's asleep, for Robin is nice; Robin has delicate habits; But "Whoo!" says the gray Night Owl once, twice, And three times "Whoo!" for the little shy mice, The mice and the rats and the rabbits, "Who-oo!"
Heaps of people want you." The shoulders ceased to heave for a fraction of a second, but her face still refused to turn. "Who-oo who wants me?" Her voice reached him choked with tears and muffled. Tabs frowned. The question was a poser. Who did want her? He was blessed if he knew. There must be people who wanted her Adair, for instance.
"He must have been asleep," said Laurie to himself, "owls always do sleep in the day-time I suppose." "Who-oo!" screeched the owl, flapping his wings and ruffling up his feathers, and looking very hard at Laurie. "Oh, dear!
The distant "Qua-ha-ha!" of a troop of zebras going to drink; the peculiar snort of an impala antelope, scenting danger; the far-away drumming of hoofs of a startled herd of hartebeests; the bleat of an eland calf, pulled down by who knows what; the "Hoot-toot!" of a hippopotamus, going out to grass; the sudden shrill "Ya-ya-ya-ya!" of a black-backed jackal close at hand; the yarly, snarly whines of a hunting leopard; the snap of a crocodile's jaws, somewhere down in the nearby river; and, last, but by no means least in ghostliness, the awful rising "Who-oo!" followed by a sudden mad chorus of maniacal laughter, which told that somewhere a gathering of hyenas were at their work!
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