“Look
up! Can you see it?” Lana tugged at Emily’s shoulder. The feathery beasts
flying from tree to tree as they sang their musical songs. Even the fantails
and tui’s flew down to the ground sometimes. The sunshine breaking in-between
the tree tops as a little patch of sunlight peering down on mother earth. Lana
skipped along the damp swamp sinking in as the shape of her new sneakers.
Funguses grew on old broken wood which fascinated Emily since it was her
project for school. Step by step, silence awakened. Where were the feathery
beasts? Where were their musical songs?
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