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"Perhaps I could shoot birds—are those crows?" She came through a gate into a field, and found both crows and a flock of mountain sheep. "Mutton?" said Kitty doubtfully, presenting her gun.

The sheep stamped their feet, and began to walk up to the odd little cat, while the crows swooped over her head—Miss Kitty took to her heels. "I cannot waste pellets on rocketing birds!"

She hid at the back of a wall.