Growth

Once upon a time, a fledgling was orphaned at birth. Yet, since it opened its eyes, a lovely princess fed her each dawn and dusk. A silver bowl always lay replenished with water in the middle of the cage, and her world was forever scented. This felt very like it was heaven.

In time, as the little princess grew, so did the birdie. Its wings bloomed, and it felt the cage shrink a bit. Yet, it was always happy, albeit a little curious about the feathery arms.

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