“Maybe,” answered Hungry Hawk.
“Where are you?” asked Teddy Turtle after a few moments, carefully pushing out his head, but only a little way, you know. But no one answered. So the little turtle pushed out his head a little more, trying his best to look three or four ways all at once.
“Look out! Look out!” whispered Billy Breeze.
“That’s what I’m doing,” answered the little turtle. “Only I’m afraid to look out too far.”
“Be careful, be careful,” whispered Billy Breeze.
“What did you say?” asked Teddy Turtle. “I can’t hear very well inside my shell house.”
“Be careful, be careful!” whispered Billy Breeze.
But, dear me! Teddy Turtle was getting curious. Yes, sir, he was getting so curious that he just couldn’t keep his head indoors any longer.
“Look out!” shouted Billy Breeze. But, oh, dear me! It was too late. Robber Hawk had already grabbed the little turtle’s head.
“Let me go! Let me go!” begged the frightened little turtle.