Eh-heh
Eh!
Eh-heh-heh
Eh!
Eh!
I close my eyes and dream.
Uh-Uh
Uh-Uh
I rub my cheek against smooth feathers. A great sensation goes through me. It feels like the Yo-Yo ride at the amusement park, exciting and thrilling. I hold on tight to the warm feathery body. The sun is shining on my back. Up here it doesn't feel so cold, although the wind whips at my hair.
With a satisfied breath I open my eyes and scream. We are whirling toward the ground at a fantastic speed. Colors are spinning around me, rusty reds, deep blues, yellows, purples and greens. Then we come to a stop on the soggy ground of the swamp. Am I dreaming? Now the birds are searching for food. Up close they look so different. The fat one has already shaken me off. He has little beady eyes the size of pebbles. His feathers seem to be popping out as he walks with his head in the air. The smaller one is plump but walks lightly like a child. They are ignoring me.
They are talking about food. Deep in the swamp lies a hole where blueberries are collected. They stay there all winter, waiting for when the birds will return and eat.
Just then a fat cricket struts by.
E-E-E
不错哦 "Him!" squawks the fat bird, glaring with his beady eyes. "He made us starve last year."
"The snow was falling white and soft and my belly wasn't full," adds the smaller one.
"I remember the taste of hunger," they squawk and chirp and yell.
"My proud feathers fell out," the fat one remarks, rubbing his belly. "It was awfully cold too. A bitter wind . . ."
I notice how awful the birds smell, how their feathers are falling out and how slowly they walk. I feel like the Yo-Yo ride has squeaked to a stop, and when I reach into my pocket I notice that there is no more money left.
K-knock knock knock
E-E-E
I wake up.
I see the reddish-green blueberry bushes. The oval leaves grow in a spiral. In between the leaves I catch the deep blue sky. Patches of light peek through the clouds, creating a colorful quilt on the reds and yellows of the swamp. The light becomes duller and the wind becomes sharper.
I spot a lone red leaf quivering on a tall leaning bush. I am feeling cold and I want to go home.
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