Sania’s POV
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Very anticlimactic, I know. I can’t lie, my ego is a little bruised.
Frederick would not stop mocking me. He flies above me wherever I go. Even when I fly off to other sides of the garden, he keeps following me with that annoying shrill laugh of his. Of course, he also does not make an effort to laugh quietly, because his shrills alerted all the other animals.
It is like a walk of shame for me.
Until I just can’t take any more of his horrible laughter that I lunge to the sky with my wings and attempt to bite him. Swans bite hard, right? But that bird gets away from me fast. Frederick then continues by himself to fly all across the garden, chanting the words, “The swan is staying. The swan can’t get out too.”
I roll my eyes. “Very mature of you.” No one has ever had the
