Little Baby Bean
Faker Dees One
Henri was thirsty so she stepped out of her burrow and went outside. She didn't know that everyone was commanded to stay inside so she found a puddle. She went to it and started drinking water thirstily.
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“She was brown and cream colored too. She was a type of songbird called a pewee. She had the most beautiful voice. That first night I spent alone, after the humans threw me into the woods for being imperfect, she sang me to sleep.”Toad listened intently.
Toad stared at Eerie, as if seeing a new bird.“She was brown and cream colored too. She was a type of songbird called a pewee. She had the most beautiful voice. That first night I spent alone, after the humans threw me into the woods for being imperfect, she sang me to sleep.”
Eerie’s eyes were a little misty.
“I miss her.”
She shook herself, snapping out of her nostalgia. “Anyways, it was just a sprain on the chick’s leg. She’ll be fine in a bit. Make sure she doesn’t walk on it much.” She said to Jay.
Eerie turned to leave, satisfied that the chick would be okay. She jumped when she saw Toad watching her. “Oh! H-hi Toad.” She said, a little embarrassed.Toad stared at Eerie, as if seeing a new bird.
"Hi," He said kindly, turning and walking out of the burrow.Eerie turned to leave, satisfied that the chick would be okay. She jumped when she saw Toad watching her. “Oh! H-hi Toad.” She said, a little embarrassed.
She walked with him, not sure what to say. He has clearly overheard her talking about her past. But, she thought, if they were gonna be mates, he should know that anyways…"Hi," He said kindly, turning and walking out of the burrow.
"Why didn't you tell me," Toad asked, he wasn't exactly hurt since Toad himself hasn't said anything about his own past.She walked with him, not sure what to say. He has clearly overheard her talking about her past. But, she thought, if they were gonna be mates, he should know that anyways…
“I-I don’t really love to talk about it.” She said, sitting down in some shade in front of her burrow. “It’s not something I’m proud of. Actually, I’m ashamed of it, as silly as that is. I wish I could have been good enough to be kept, to stay with my mother. But I looked wrong. My mother said I had a different dad than they wanted me to. And the humans hated that.”"Why didn't you tell me," Toad asked, he wasn't exactly hurt since Toad himself hasn't said anything about his own past.
Toad had settled beside her. He heard what she said in reply and allowed her to lean on him. He knew what it was like to not be wanted.“I-I don’t really love to talk about it.” She said, sitting down in some shade in front of her burrow. “It’s not something I’m proud of. Actually, I’m ashamed of it, as silly as that is. I wish I could have been good enough to be kept, to stay with my mother. But I looked wrong. My mother said I had a different dad than they wanted me to. And the humans hated that.”
She sighed, then continued.
“So they threw me out. I was less than four weeks old. I was still covered in chick fuzz. And they snatched me out from underneath my mother, and took me into the woods and left me there. The songbirds took me in. I was barley bigger than them; they fed me and let me sleep with them. Once I got big enough, I said goodbye to them, and found Dawnflock. And I’m happy here. I don’t want to think about how I wasn’t good enough to stay with my mother, or about the cruel hands of the humans. I’d rather think about being here. With my flock. With you.”