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Its bright colors made it look so beautiful, yet it was obviously distressed. The street kids had broken its wing using a rudimentary slingshot and by the time I got to it, they had struck the poor bird a couple more times. As I approached it, they shouted at me to watch out for its powerful beak. I gently picked it up, cradled it in my hands, and swiftly snapped its neck. Their look of complete awe turned to huge grins as I handed them their dinner, still twitching. I resumed my daily jog. Its nightmare was over, theirs wasn’t. | ||
-Yannick |