[Miles away, in a torn up neighbourhood]
DECEMBER 16TH,
I found a perculiar note today. It was torn and tattered, and attached to the leg of a beautiful, strangely colored bird. It flew up gracefully to my shoulder, as if with purpose, as if sent, and seeing the unnatural paper, I picked it off.
I could slightly see what was written on it, even though the words were smudged at the corners. It was cursive handwriting, very beautiful. Really I've never seen a font such as this one.
'He ran away, my little Birdy...
Please, if he finds you, call the number below.
I love him."
It was a very perculiar note. This person loved a...wild bird? If it had run away, how had the owner written this note, as if they knew it was leaving?
I was excited when I found that note...
Tomorrow, I'm going to call the number.
But...even though I don't have the bird...I hope that knowing it is alright will console the owner.
Jack
