The Clandestine Saga
“Uh, maybe, bird ways, bird says. It didn’t make any sense.”
“Bird says?” Cassidy repeated. She turned back to the paper. “Bird says? What does a bird say?” Glancing at what she’d written down, she couldn’t put any of it together with fowls of any variety. “Bird… bert… birth… birthdays? Could she have said birthdays?”
“Yes! I bet that’s it!” Dax exclaimed, patting her on the shoulder. “But whose?”
“Good question,” Cassidy agreed. “Well, I’m guessing October and March are probably right. Because no other numbers really sound like zero or three. So, who has birthdays in October and March that would have anything at all to do with this place?”
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