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back here for some clean water. Who knows, maybe that’s why
the tribe left the city, they ran out of fresh water.”
Just then Brilloso ran over to the well and stood up on his
hind legs with his front paws hanging on the top stone of the
well. He turned his head as if listening for something then
barked. All of a sudden, up from the bottom of the well flew a
golden-colored bird.
“That’s strange, that’s the same kind of bird who once flew...”
Tital started to explain.
“Go on,” Bardala said trying to listen.
“No, no...it makes no sense at all,” Tital said as he walked
over to pet Brilloso.
“I think it’s pretty strange for a bird to fly out of a water
well,” Bardala said while looking around to see which direction
the bird went flying off into.
“What kind of bird is it? It flew over to that first tree to the
north, a big White Oak. Maybe it has a nest in the top of the
tree,” Viviana said as she looked with a pair of binoculars at the
reclusive, Golden Falcon.
“All the horses and Lentito have been watered. I filled all our
water bottles, just in case we need more,” Ronú said while
wiping his forehead dr