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A young crow, Magnolia, huddled beneath the wings of her larger crow companion, Pinto, staring through the bars of the bird cage. Light penetrated the windows and door of the barn where she was kept, but the rusty bird cage was far from it, seemingly cast-away and forgotten in the gloom on some high shelf of the rotting barn. The darkness withered all the shine in Magnolia’s feathers. It was just the right atmosphere to nurse the despair that had settled on her heart.
Ravens whispered in the rafters. The raven that had gotten her into this mess, the one who she wasn’t sure whether to consider kind or cruel, brought her water once. After that, she was driven away, told she shouldn’t show so much concern for the prisoners, after all, this was “Resistance Business.” They did bring food and water to the prisoners, but a day had passed since her capture, with no sign of the crows.
How long will they be keeping me here? I want to go home.
Ravens whispered in the rafters. The raven that had gotten her into this mess, the one who she wasn’t sure whether to consider kind or cruel, brought her water once. After that, she was driven away, told she shouldn’t show so much concern for the prisoners, after all, this was “Resistance Business.” They did bring food and water to the prisoners, but a day had passed since her capture, with no sign of the crows.
How long will they be keeping me here? I want to go home.