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Chapter 34
"Help me!" the bird said in a legit sound of someone needing help. "Help me!" It creeped me out. The bird was talking, and not just talking as in mimicking the sounds it can hear but talking like a human. Like a human pleading for help, as it is now injured. But if I was creeped out, Bridgette was petrified. She wasn't even able to move while looking at the wounded bird perched on top of the huge branch by the nest. The chicks were frenzied too. They chirped in a distressed manner and backed off to the edge of the nest, the farthest possible space from their mother. They must have been scared, but so are we. "It is asking for help," I said to Bridgette. I shook her shoulders to wake her up from the pseudo-trance that she was in while watching the talking bird. And it was only then th
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