Bluejay slowly lifted his eyes open as he stared at the sunset. His blue eyes scanned the sky, watching the birds as they perch on branches, or just fly around. "I wonder what it would be like to be a bird," he whispered softly to himself. "Alive and free." His ear twitched at a rustling sound, and he smiled. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."
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