A young girl thinks that she would like to be a bird. Who wouldn't want to be a bird, right? She could fly over rivers and meadows. She could fly over roads and towns. She could fly so high among the clouds, that she would never, ever, ever want to come down...or so she thought. Because in the still of the night, when she actually tries to imagine it, she discovers something else; something that makes her realize that it's more fun to be herself. Birds don't have all of the fun stuff that's here on earth.
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