Susan's Story, Susan gets slugged

Until about a week ago, when a slug made a meal of its leaves, then was eaten by the sparrow that lay dead under suzy's bed.

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something about cubs and worms or somthing...

Until about a week ago, when a sparrow now dead under her bed visited the little girl.

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Hunter And Winter

He never felt the cold though, a gift of his sparrow tribe lineage. still he hunted until spring thaw, and only then did a howl answer his cry. a familiar howl, yet strange to him.

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A poem of home

To taste old tastes to smell old scents to hear sounds once familiar, half forgotten mind's wonder and senses delight nature's bounty and home soil the familiar yet strange the strange yet familiar, change stations robin for sparrow, and squirrel

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Aurora Vera

Gone now the thrush, her night song to rest and on her rowan post, the sparrow in renewed behest, summons her sire the sun from his chamber, a tawny young daughter, a father of amber.

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Acadia's Curse: Chapter 3

A groan could be heard from the back room and the blue sparrow sighed, "yeah, she's here alright. let me go help her out. be right back" he turned and marched into the back room.

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A Night Out, A Night In - Chapter 08 : Small Talk

Standing before her was an ornith sparrow, a male, judging by the black feathery v on his breast; he was no taller than the top of shaasta's behind.

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Charlotte Elmer

Now with the help of a sparrow named osiris, charlotte lives alone where she spends her time baking basic pastries, like bread or muffins, to sell to those that will buy it. cover art by ayana on amino.

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Survival, Chapter 1: Acorn Paste, Honey, and an Egg

In the other, curiously for a squirrel, was the skull of a sparrow that had been bleached by the sun. he often stood upright, though he was in a half crouch where he stood on the enormous roots of a tree near his home.

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The Mongrel, part II

The sparrow smiled sadly. "i'm afraid that won't do. appearances to maintain, you see.

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A Letter from My Love

He told me all these horrid things and that he'd never make it through, he said somewhere a sparrow sings of my limitless love for you. he admitted all his foolishness and confessed of all his fear, "nothing here will ever progress."

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