Her bird, now dead in its cage, was her friend. She bought him in the Spring of last year and though just a year had passed by since then, it did not make his death hurt less. She had spent each day with him since and she was so sad. He must have died last night, when she was out. She wished she had not gone, but one wish does not a change make. She thought of the day she had met him. He was way in the back of the store and she had to pass by a rat to get to him. She thought his beak was cool, that is why she bought him. See, this bird had an odd beak that, when viewed at just the right sl...
More..Sandra Elizabeth
Rochester, New York US
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