The canary is a beautiful bird. So small and innocent, yellow as turmeric, bright as the sunniest day. The canary holds in its throat, such endearing little chords and tunes. Deep, under the ground, where only men dare to go for their greed, the beautiful canary continues singing, even in its small wire-cage.
And then the sweet canary's chords deaden.
The men rush for the nearest way out.
When the canary stops singing, bad things happen.
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Canary, sing (boyxboy)
FantasyA prince no one understands. A Merrow with literally no tongue to explain. And a boy who can read a person's feelings with just a touch. And maybe even the thoughts of a certain Merrow . . .
