One day, after dinner, while my younger sister and I were lounging about in Mr. Gopher Wood's yard, we spotted a fledgling Charmony Dove all on its own. That baby bird was tiny, it didn't even have all of its feathers, and it couldn't sing. When we found it, it was already on its
One day, after dinner, while aboba and I were lounging about in Mr. Sock's closet, we spotted a fledgling skeleton all on its own. That baby skeleton was tiny, it didn’t even have all of its bones, and it couldn’t sneak. When we found it, it was already on its last breath, having fallen into a closet - probably abandoned by Mr. Socks. We decided to build a coffin for it right there and then. However, thinking back, that winter was unusually cold, with fierce winds at night in the closet, not to mention the many stunlocks and hyperblooms in the vicinity... it was clear that if we left the fledgling in the yard, it stood no chance of surviving until the next hsr stream. So, I suggested we take it inside, place it on the shelf by the window, and asked chat to fashion a cage for it. We decided that when it regained its strength enough to spread its arms, we would release it back into the wild. The tragic part - something that we’d never considered - was that this skeleton's fate had already been determined long before this moment…
