ragged robin

The low crunch of packed dirt against rubber tire was overwhelmed by the ragged explosions of automatic gunfire.

Mrs. Jolly Robin had often wished—when she was trying to feed a rapidly-growing family—that she could hunt forp.

And since he was glad enough to do that, Mrs. Robin managed to feed her children all they needed.

Robin Hood stared at him for a moment with a puzzled expression, and then walked into his little shop, and Davy turned away.

And then Jolly Robin would feel ashamed that he had even thought of being so cruel to an infant bird, even if he was a Cowbird.

Sometimes Grandfather Mole would speak to Mrs. Robin, or her husband; for he could hear them talking.