Grey Bird
The grey birds fly and soar with other of their kind.
The grey birds have fun
until the white bird comes by.
The white bird swoops in and takes out more and more of them.
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
He doesn't care about your cries and pleas.
He leaves.
No more grey birds.
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