Bird Thoughts

I used to live in a small house and I thought the world was small and round, made of pale blue shell. I was happy living there, but eventually, I moved to a little nest. I thought the world was made of straw and that my mother took care of it.

One day, I decided to leave the nest and see what else was out there. I flew beyond the tree and saw that the world was actually made of leaves. I had been so wrong about the world before. As I flew further and further, I saw more and more new things, and eventually, I wasn’t sure how the world was made. None of my neighbors seemed to know either.

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