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Good evening, children.

It's Granny McDuff, ready with a story.

So make yourselves comfy, and I'll begin. Once upon a time, the birds of the forest were all sitting upon the big, beautiful branches of the trees, which all had quite a few leaves on them.

But still the birds wanted more leaves.

The leaves of a journal.

A new journal, a good journal, they longed for it.

A newspaper as the humans had, but even just half would have sufficed.

The songbirds wanted a music critic for praise, of themselves, and also for criticism, of others.

But the birds could not agree on an impartial critic.

The owl said,

It must be a bird.

The owl had been elected president of the birds, for he is, after all, the bird of wisdom.

We should not include any other animal of the forest, except perhaps from the sea.

Fish could suffice for some do fly like us birds.

That's the only thing we have it common, I suppose.

We could choose from any animal.

There are many between fish and birds.

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