You'd think that Little Hawk's good looks would have procured him swelling parts in Hollywood's photographic medium. Yet he confesses his trickling frustrations in another thread.

However, there was that time when the Little Crows chased Little Hawk away from Crow Creek, into the dry summer plains. Little Hawk wandered for days, starving, alone, except for a Big Goat whom he befriended.

Then, one day, they found a tin of film. Big Goat nuzzled it until the lid came off. The film leader loosened around the spool and Big Goat ate a few frames. Little Hawk tried to butt in and nibble the edge, but Big Goat kicked him away and greedily ate the lot.

When there was nothing left but the spool, Little Hawk looked enviously at his big companion and said, "Well, what was it like?"

"It was good," said Big Goat, burping, "But the book was better."