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Northern Harriers Can Bring Success
Chibuzor, Age 10, Baldwin, MD

"You know, sometimes I think about how we are going to put Dad’s invention to market,” started Arcadia.

“I know,” replied Ms. Bradley.

“I miss Dad,” said Lancelot.

“We all miss Dad too,” said Ms. Bradley.

“Mom, when is Papa Johnny coming over?” asked Arcadia, “because I’m going to the park.

“He’s coming over in twenty minutes, but are you sure? Because it doesn’t look exciting outside; it’s just cloudy,” answered Ms. Bradley.

“I know,” answered Arcadia. “It’s just the type of weather I need for how I feel.”

“Why did Dad have to die? Why in a car accident? Why couldn’t we get to the hospital in time?” she asked herself.

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“Uh, whoa!” said Arcadia. “What a fall! Awe, what adorable little eggs. Oh no, it can’t be a mother bird dying, no. Is there a park ranger here!?” shouted Arcadia.

“Yes, yes, my name is Ranger Fisher. What’s yours?” asked Ranger Fisher.

“LISTEN, THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE! WHAT WE NEED TO DO NOW IS GET SOME HELP FOR THIS BIRD, AND IF YOU CAN’T DO IT THEN I’LL GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO HELP,” Arcadia said angrily.

“Okay, I’ll go,” said Ranger Fisher.

“Seriously?” asked Arcadia, “you must be out of your senses. Where is the person in charge of this place?”

“No, no, I’m just joking,” said Ranger Fisher.

“Yeah, right,” muttered Arcadia.

“What did you say?” asked Ranger Fisher.

“Oh nothing,” replied Arcadia.

“Let me take a look. It seems like a Northern Harrier, very rare around this place. Ok you know what? I am going to take this to the manager. She’s also a wildlife rehabilitator,” said Ranger Fisher.

“All this while, that is the only good thing you have done,” said Arcadia.

“I see a lot of people like you in my lifetime,” said Ranger Fisher.

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“Okay, let me see what we’ve got here…a Hen Harrier,” started Ms. Laura.

“A Hen Harrier? I thought it was a Northern Harrier. Not only is he careless but he lies too,” said Arcadia.

“No, you see back in the motherland, Britain, we call them Hen Harriers, while you folks in the Americas call them Northern Harriers. See, I’m from Britain,” said Ms. Laura.

“I can tell,” said Arcadia.

“Don’t worry about the bird, you can check back in a few days, said Ms. Laura.

“Okay, thank you, bye,” said Arcadia.

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“Oh, hey honey, how are you doing?” asked Ms. Bradley.

“Not right now, mom, I have to research something,” answered Arcadia. “Northern Harriers.”

“Oh, hi Papa Johnny,” said Arcadia.

“What’s wrong, why are you walking so frantically?” asked Grandpa Johnny.

“Do you know anything about Northern Harriers? Good, I didn’t think so,” Arcadia said insultingly.

“I may not know anything about them, but I can calm you down,” said Grandpa Johnny.

“No thanks, Papa Johnny,” said Arcadia.

“Okay then, I’ll go see what I can do to interest Lance,” said Grandpa Johnny.

“Wow, this is a pretty big bird, and he has a pretty big appetite,” said Arcadia.

“What are you doing?” asked Lancelot.

“Researching Northern Harriers,” answered Arcadia.

“That’s dumb,” said Lancelot.

“You know what Lance, I think you are the dumb one in this situation,” said Arcadia.

“How come since the death of Dad you have changed drastically?” asked Lancelot.

(Arcadia started crying)

“I’m sorry Arcadia,” apologized Lancelot.

THREE DAYS LATER

“Mom, remember that thing I said about birds dying from air pollution, because Dad’s electric car could come into play,” said Arcadia.

“Yeah, how?” asked Ms. Bradley.

“Pollution comes from cars’ exhaust, but the electric car is electric not gas. It just needed a two year battery, which saves money in gas,” answered Arcadia.

“You know, you do have a point,” said Ms. Bradley.

“I know that I have a point. Oh yeah, Mom, did you know that Northern Harriers are around North America, Europe, and North and Central Asia? They even nest on the ground. In Europe they call them Hen Harriers. That I learned from Ms. Laura,” said Arcadia.

“Wow, who knew they could be in the state of Massachusetts?” said Ms. Bradley.

“What” asked Arcadia?

“Never mind; let’s get back to the topic. Your idea is jackpot because I am going to call your late father’s co-worker and this car will be out as soon as can be,” said Ms. Bradley.

“Then, we have to advertise, and we have the amount of money to do that with all the wealth from Dad’s company,” said Arcadia.

TWO MONTHS LATER

“Well, Richard has done it again, all with the help of my little granddaughter Arcadia,” said Grandpa Johnny.

“Yep, dad has done it again. He may be gone, but he can still produce,” said Arcadia. “Right, Harry?” asked Arcadia.

(Harry the Harrier chirps)

The End

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