Rio: Love at first Fight

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The morning was peaceful in the city. Waves crashed upon the shore. Wind blew through the trees. Who could ask for more than the tranquility of that day?

One little bird stood on the edge of a branch, watching over Rio de Janeiro as the sun rose. One tiny shake of his feathers, then he flew off toward his home, whistling a catchy tune. Around a branch, through a log, and next to some toucans he flew, arousing their interest in the song he sang. Soon the entire forest was singing along, except for one.

He was asleep, sound asleep, in his hollow. His body seemed to have a separate conscience all its own; his tail feathers popped up and began dancing to the beat of the lively tune. He woke up not long after and waddled on over to the edge of the hollow to watch the spectacle.

Every creature was dancing and singing along with perfect coreography, as if the performance had been rehearsed. One family, however, wasn't particularly focused on dancing. The mother grabbed two of her young ones and tossed them into the air, the only way she could teach them to fly. They caught on, and the three of them flew together in jubilee.

Well, the young blue bird thought. If they can do it, so can I. He spread his tiny wings wide, a smile on his face, and prepared to launch off the hollow.

SNAP! A snare snatched up a group of Red Macaws. The young one immediately retracted his wings. Other birds, left and right, were trapped midair and on the ground. Panic set in, and birds flew in all directions trying to escape. The young blue bird fell off his tree several feet to the ground, landing in a pile of weeds. Then...

Absolute silence. No music. No wind. No birds. He looked up from his position in the weeds and saw no one. He grew sullen; he was the only one that didn't... CLANG! Nevermind.