With glee, you shove all of the berries into your mouth in one go. They fit perfectly between your jaws as you mash them with your teeth. The juices slide and slosh about your tongue. It is a beautiful feeling.
You feel nourished and hydrated.
You feel good.
The baby bird, on the other hand, watches your gluttony with confusion.
You take a nap, ignoring its presence.
It dies.
You choose to…
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