Story :
Father and Mother Anteater and their baby Alice were all resting near some bushes in the grasslands of South America. Father and Mother Anteater had long pointed noses and long pointed tongues, but their tails were thick ad bushy. As they rested, they spread their tails and covered themselves with the long, grayish fur. They looked as if they were resting under two grey tents. Alice was curled up beside them, dozing in the hot sunshine.
After a while Father and Mother woke up. They both felt hungry, and seeing that Alice was asleep they went off to look for some ants and other tasty insects. Before long Father smelt a nest and began digging with his sharp pointed nose, whilst his tongue shot in and out to catch the insects.
Meanwhile Baby Alice woke and found she was alone. Uncurling herself, she set off to find her mother and father, but she went the wrong way. In no time she came to a village where she was soon captured by a little boy and put into a wooden crate.
Father and Mother Anteater went to the bushes where they had left Alice, but Alice wasn't there. Anxiously they sniffed with their long sharp noses until they found her trail, then they hurried after her until they came to the place where she was hidden.
All was quite in the village, everyone had gone to bed. Father and Mother Anteater tore at the wooden crate with their strong claws, then they poked with their long noses, until at last Alice was free.
Back to the grasslands the little family hurried. Then they settled beside the bushes, spread their tails over themselves once more, and were soon fast asleep under their grey, furry tents.
After a while Father and Mother woke up. They both felt hungry, and seeing that Alice was asleep they went off to look for some ants and other tasty insects. Before long Father smelt a nest and began digging with his sharp pointed nose, whilst his tongue shot in and out to catch the insects.Meanwhile Baby Alice woke and found she was alone. Uncurling herself, she set off to find her mother and father, but she went the wrong way. In no time she came to a village where she was soon captured by a little boy and put into a wooden crate.
Father and Mother Anteater went to the bushes where they had left Alice, but Alice wasn't there. Anxiously they sniffed with their long sharp noses until they found her trail, then they hurried after her until they came to the place where she was hidden.
All was quite in the village, everyone had gone to bed. Father and Mother Anteater tore at the wooden crate with their strong claws, then they poked with their long noses, until at last Alice was free.
Back to the grasslands the little family hurried. Then they settled beside the bushes, spread their tails over themselves once more, and were soon fast asleep under their grey, furry tents.
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