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Show beside him, said softly, "Sweet singer." Each one looked to the other. "Sweet singer," came from their l i p 3. Kleeka rose to his feet and went to his knife; picked i t up and cut the middle willow at the vary root; measured off threa pieces j u s t big enough for a flute and handed them each a piece. "Sweet singer," each said softly, as they picked up t h e i r knivaa from the ground and went back to their herds. The mother s i t t i n g on the ground looked long a t Kleeka who was watching a new b i rd eat the tiny leaves from the willow. The end. |
