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Owls: A Narrative Fiction

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I was sitting on the floor, watching T.V. It was one of those days where it doesn’t feel real, kinda like a dream. It feels like there’s something missing from it. My dad walked it, letting in a humid breeze. “Hey kiddo, how you doin?” “Bored.” “Why don’t you go pull some weeds?” I didn’t want to pull weeds. But I had been putting it off for a while now and I had no excuse, so I agreed. I started heading outside. I went to town on the garden. I was ripping roots out of the ground and tossing them over the fence like there’s no tomorrow. I was 4 patches of clovers and 9 dandelions in when I heard a squeak from the spot I was tossing all my weeds. It wasn’t my back door opening, it was a different kind of squeak. I went to investigate. There was a little brown lump in the middle of the pile of leaves and stems. It was a baby bird. It’s head was cocked to the side, and it had it’s wing stuck out a little. I assumed it probably flew into …show more content…

Every single place. We ended up calling the police in hope of them telling us where else we should call, but they told us to just take it inside. This was kind of a big deal because it’s illegal to do without permission, so I was kinda unsure, but I wanted the bird to live so I emptied out an old shoebox. Once I had prepared a nice little shoebox complete with an old t-shirt, a blueberry, a paper towel, and a medicine cup full of water, I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. I gently approached the bird, gave him a little pat on the head, and scooped him up. He felt warm so I moved the box near the air conditioner, considering it was around 90 degrees that day. I did more research on the bird and ended up adding some seeds and a little perch that I made with some pencils, an eraser, and scotch tape. I felt relieved, like the little bird was going to be okay. Like he was trying to get better to thank me for saving

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