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I say and shake my head when Zoey comes walking up beside me. "I don't even want to know what you had to do to get the body parts to pieces!" I say when Jessie starts to chuckle beside Cannon. "you two have completely lost it !" I say and point at them when we see a large bird take a chunk from the ground before lifting with it. "ah, nice one!" Zoey says and I turn my head to look at her in shock for a moment. She looks between me and the clearing a few times. "What?! You can't say it's not satisfying when you know who lays there chopped up in small pieces to become birdshit!" she says with a serious look on her face. I can't help but chuckle at her. Shaking my head at them when Jacob comes

A second one quickly joined the first one and added to the chirps. Frustrated by the noisy birds, Miko dropped her tools and looked up at them with an annoyed kind of death stare. “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?!” The first bird uttered a few chirps plainly and evenly. After it was done, the second one added a few of its own, as though to confirm the first. “I dunno. Go... search for bugs in the courtyard. It’s nice to be useful, isn’t it?” The bird puffed itself up, gave a happy chirp, then floated out the open window behind Miko.

I answer back as I show her the now lifeless bird I am holding. I swear I see Lana looking so shock seeing the bird I am holding. “What’s wrong Lana?” I ask in confusion. Don’t tell me this bird is dangerous or something? “Come down and let me see it. Here, toss the poor creature towards me so you can come down. I might be seeing it wrong but I think that bird is a Wankaka.” Lana said. Wankaka, WHAT? What the heck is that?

Fox yelled out swatting the air around her. Vixen sat on the edge of the top bunk, her back slightly arched to keep from hitting the ceiling. A thick cigarette sat in between her full lips. “Oh shut it, leave me be and I’ll take your 6 o’clock.” She muttered exhaling a puff of smoke. This seemed to work for Fox as she stopped protesting, instead walking over to the crude coffee maker and brewing a cup.

And she could politely tell the bird he was causing her trouble. “Okay.” Cardinal chirps were fairly simple and weren’t re¬ally singing. If she kept her part short and sweet, her voice wouldn’t have any effect on Logan or the other men around. Thank the gods a warbler hadn’t sought them out. Logan had already commented on the men falling at her feet yesterday; he’d definitely notice if dozens of them started following her around. Q Roger knew that voice. The crane lifted his red-topped head from the spilled popcorn in the garden by the penguin enclosure. He’d hate to be those poor, flightless birds. Sandhill cranes had such a better life—a life that was seriously in trouble if that was who h

Audrey suggested, and the three of them continued their outing, marveling at the chirping of birds and scurrying squirrels. They soon discovered a petting zoo with goats grazing in a nearby field! Mrs. Vargas carefully lifted Asher out of his stroller and brought him close to one of the goats which nuzzled its head against his small hand before wandering away into another part of the field. Audrey squealed in delight at the sight, while Asher chuckled softly in amazement. “Oh my! He loves them,” Audrey commented and laughed. On their way back home, Mrs. Vargas pointed out different types of birds perched atop trees or branches singing cheerfully as they walked past - there were sparrows, pig

he placed his tip at her entrance, intensifying everything she was already feeling, "I want you, please, Zaddy." Shola woke up to the chirping of birds in the trees and the sun's rays blessing her beautiful bronze skin. She felt sore all over but great inside. She smiled to herself, coinciding her lower lip between her teeth and she remembered the previous night. That was when she realized she was no longer inside the red room. And also, that Solano was nowhere to found inside the room.

Violet’s breath caught in her chest, the weight of his question pressing down on her harder than any touch. The scenary felt unbearably still, every sound, the faint hum of the wind and the cricket , the distant honks of the cars passing by, dissolving into silence. His gaze pinned her in place, steady and unyielding, as though he could see through every wall she had carefully built. She wanted to speak, to offer him the truth he deserved, yet the words tangled at the edge of her tongue like thorns. Violet realized that silence could be louder, more dangerous, than any lie.

Joey explained while they walked down the lanes. “They’re testing the water ... they’re still cautious, that’s good. That means they’re still selling in the grams,” he continued. “But they’re not respecting the code ... that’s bad ... whatever the reason, no matter what’s at stake ... the code is what we live and die for.” he put his hand on the back of Xander’s neck. “Remember that.”

Spikes admiring it, a large bird, perhaps, an hawk flew off a broken window beautifully and swooped down towards us, flying in at full speed. Mr. Spikes eyes were greener than ever as he stood, his neck, longer and tilted up, watching the wonderful bird entertain us. The bird got closer and closer, its shadow, right at my front - smaller but darker, I thought its eyes were locked in with mine. When I was becoming quite worried that it was heading for one of us, it flipped its wings to another angle and stirred away from us with a chirrup. A look of worry raided Mr. Spikes face at once and he started shouting, waving after the bird. "Birdy, come 'ere!", He kept quiet then went off again, loud