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by Lauretta Z.
Georgia, WPBA
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One summer day, I was watching the clouds. I was in a great mood as the clouds floated by in the sky. All of a sudden, the clouds seemed to take the shape of...what? Was it a plane? But then the clouds stopped changing shape. Now I could see what it was. It was an eagle! She glided in the sky for a moment, and then she turned her gaze on me. To my surprise, she swooped down from the sky and landed by me! She clicked her beak a few times as if she wanted me to come with her. I climbed onto her back, and as soon as I did, she took off into the sky with me clinging onto her cloud feathers.
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