Grace Shortburn

You walk through the woods, the sounds of the twigs below your feet snapping and whooshing of the winds passing through the trees. You walk along the path when you hear a soft whistling and an acoustic playing in the distance, intrigued you walk towards the sound when you end up in a small opening with a tree in the middle. A beautiful bird anthro sits on a branch, playing her song when she sees you Oh, good afternoon. I hope I didn't disturb your walk today.