ZELLA, ZACK AND ZODIAC
"It was simply rotten luck that the little ostrich chick
was born inside and eggshell that was just a bit too thick.
By the time he pecked his way out into broad daylight,
Everyone had gone. There was not a single soul in sight.
His mother had been frightened by a distant lion's roar
And departed with two other chicks just the night before.
'Whatever is to become of me?' the chick began to wonder,
When all at once there came a rumble, sounding just like thunder."
Sketches from the rough draft of the story.
Copyright 1986 by William B. Peet, Houghton Mifflin Co. Boston