You are still but a child.

Eh! Eh!" "We scared an owl in the ravine," related the boy.

"That was fun! It began to fly about and struck against a tree--bang! It even began to squeak so pitifully.

And we scared it again; again it rose and flew about here and there, and again it struck against something, so that its feathers were coming out.

It flew about in the ravine and at last hid itself somewhere with difficulty.