The Old Mill (5)

The Old Mill (5)

The old mill shuddered and shook, and now there was a tremendous crash of thunder and a flare of lightning followed by a sudden downpour of rain.

Father Robin flew desperately in and out of the cogs, looking for a way to stop the wheel.
Mother Robin huddled down over her precious eggs, determined to protect them.

The shutter banged in the wind, the mice cowered together in a corner, the owl flew up to a higher rafter, where he glared down crossly at the others every time a splash of water bounced off his head.
Only the turtledoves in the window continued to murmur affectionately to each other and paid no attention to the storm.

The rain came down harder and harder, and the angry wind blew sheets of water into the old mill.
The building shook and shuddered, and the mill wheel creaked as it turned closer and closer to the little nest.

" I'm afraid we'll have to fly out of the way soon, " Father Robin said, " or the wheel will crush us. "

" Never ! " said Mother Robin bravely, spreading her wings over her five blue treasure.
" We must stay here and guard out eggs. "

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