I tilt my head and look at the little trembling bird in front of me. She is so tender, innocent, almost pure, that I can't help but scare her. I take a step towards her, of course she screams. I grab her, press my hand over her adorable mouth and push her against the wall. With a controlled and lowered voice I whisper Shhhhhh.... Little bird, we don't want the fun to be over right away!
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