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Spoiler: Story

Dacaw shook her wings. She stared at the human streets, shoulders hunched and beak clenched.
“I’m a bird, not a stomping, featherless human.” The crow grumbled to herself. Her mind wandered back to the conversation with her mother. ‘Oh Dacaw, think of Crow! He’s half human, we have to teach him about them.’ She huffed. Dacaw remembered perfectly well her response to that, which had been ignored. ‘He’s also half crow, and that’s the better half.’
Dacaw also remembered the scathing glare she had gotten from Cawander for that. Her aunt scared her even now that she was fully grown and mature.
Switching from those thoughts, she went back to scanning the streets and storefronts. The argument had all started when Ecawte had practically ordered the family to go and get “gifts” for each other. She had claimed that it was a human tradition that she had observed. But, apparently that was during the height of winter, while it was currently quickly becoming spring.
If Ecawte wanted us out of the Tree so badly, couldn’t she have just said so? There hasn’t been much of a reason lately to leave the Family Tree, as the recent rains had brought many tasty things with them.
Hmmph. Might as well get something for Tulcaw so Cawander doesn’t yell at me. Tulcaw was Cawander’s mate and Dacaw’s favorite aunt. She had looked up to her since she was a fledgling, about 2 1/2 years ago.
Cocking her head, Dacaw tried to focus back on her task. What to get for Tulcaw?
Her eyes alighted upon a colorful little thing gripped in a human-chick’s pudgy hand. Her eyes narrowed with satisfaction and a crooked grin alit upon her beak. Perfect.
Dacaw leapt off the branch of the stunted tree she was perched on. She swooped towards the human toy. Her claws shot forward. Almost...
Her claws almost grabbed it, but her aim wasn’t accurate enough, and the toy skittered to the ground. She had just a second to realize that it was a pinwheel toy before the adult human yelled at her and stomped its oh-so-stompable feet. Dacaw wheeled away, cawing at the human in annoyance, and landed atop a building.
“That went perfectly.” She muttered dryly.
A loud snickering caught Dacaw’s attention. She turned to regard the bird it was coming from. A bluejay.
“Whattaya want, bluey?”
The bluejay ceased in his giggling for a second. “You couldn’t even steal from a child!” He made several more noises which must’ve been some form of amusement. Dacaw narrowed her eyes in disgust.
“Ya crows are losing your skill! Ha! Never seen somethin’ sadder..” He went into another bout of laughter.
Dacaw, irked, hopped a few steps closer. “You think you’re real cool, eh? Don’t know if anyone told ya, but you look like a squirrel dipped in blue paint.”
The bluejay stopped laughing, glaring at her. “Don’t insult me cus I’m beautiful, bird.”
Dacaw snorted. “Beautiful? I’ve seen plastic lawn chairs prettier than you.”
“That’s it!” The bluejay squawked, wholly irritated. He hopped from foot to foot before darting forward and pecking at Dacaw, his thin black beak aiming for her shoulder feathers.
Dacaw hopped back, raising her wings. The bluejay paused for a moment.
Dacaw flapped her wings, making him step back. Then, she lunged forward, grabbing his flight feathers in her beak. The bluejay squawked and took off, a couple of his dislodged feathers floating to the ground.
Dacaw smirked. These’ll do good for Tulcaw. She picked up the two feathers and turned, lifting off. Time to go home.

I will read it after school

 

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