The Little Sticks

The yellow bulldozer’s strong blades pushed vast amounts of dirt into a pile at the edge of a

low cliff.  Rocks and dirt rolled down the cliff into the small stream below.  The roar of the engine covered all the sounds of the forest.


The bulldozer launched a large black raven into the sky who cawed over the forest, 


“Something’s coming!

         Something’s coming!”  


All were frightened and stunned at the loss of their home.  Small animals scurried into the woodland.