It was so comical that Freckles and the Angel
told the Bird Woman of it one day.
When she finished her work on Little Chicken, she left them the camera
ready for use, telling them they might hide in the bushes and watch. If
Little Chicken came out and truly smirked, and they could squeeze the
bulb at the proper moment to snap him, she would be more than delighted.
Freckles and the Angel quietly curled beside a big log, and with eager
eyes and softest breathing they patiently waited; but Little Chicken had
feasted before they told of his latest accomplishment. He was tired
and sleepy, so he went into the log to bed, and for an hour he never
stirred.
They were becoming anxious, for the light soon would be gone, and they
had so wanted to try for the picture. At last Little Chicken lifted his
head, opened his beak, and gaped widely. He dozed a minute or two more.
The Angel said that was his beauty sleep. Then he lazily gaped again
and stood up, stretching and yawning. He ambled leisurely toward the
gateway, and the Angel said: "Now, we may have a chance, at last.
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