As I walked into the forest, I heard the soft whispers again. I quickened my pace to find a place for the little bird.
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As I walked into the forest, I heard the soft whispers again. I quickened my pace to find a place for the little bird.
The wind was blowing at the tops of the trees, which was unusual for this time of year. That is when I saw the figure dancing from tree top to tree top holding a large black bag in one hand and a sickle in the other.