Mr. Turkey Buzzard doesn't have any sense. You watch him and you will
see that what I have said is true.
When the rain pours down he sits on the fence and hunches up his
shoulders and draws in his neck and tries to hide his head. There he
sits looking so pitiful that you are real sorry for him.
"Never mind," he says to himself, "when this rain is over I'm going to
build a house right off. I'm not going to let the rain pelt me this way
again."
But after the clouds were gone, and a fresh breeze blew, and the sun
shone, what did Mr. Turkey Buzzard do? He sat on top of a dead pine tree
where the sun could warm him, and he stretched out his wings, and he
turned round and round so the wind could dry his feathers. Then he
laughed to himself and said: "The rain is over. It isn't going to rain
any more, there's no use of my building a house now."
Mr. Turkey Buzzard is certainly a very careless man. When it is raining
he can't build a house, and when it isn't raining he doesn't need one.
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If you have enjoyed these stories you will want to read the other books
in the series.