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The little bird flew flew the canopy, but was suddenly thrown off by a faint voice. She turned her head to the ground, and saw something. But before she could figure what it was, a sudden pain rushed through her head as she slammed into a branch, then she proceeded to fall, shouting profanities as she hit every branch.

By the time she stopped, her whole body was in pain. Every move made her cringe. Luckily for her, she was still high up in the tree, on a branch. A thin branch, at that. She tried to roll herself over...then the process repeated. Once more, she swore time and time again. And once more, ended on a lower branch, only low enough for a creature such as a wolf to get to if they jumped.

"Well that wasn't fun" she groaned. "Why am I always the one to fall out of a tree? I understand we aren't supposed to, but still, why?" She continued on muttering, accusing nature for her dumb luck.