"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
Retreating back to the top of the palm with her prize, Maea turned it gingerly over and over, using beak and claw to examine the mousetrap. It didn't feel immediately strange. No obvious void taint, no peculiarities in the material or with the mouse already caught in the trap. It was decidedly dead, she could smell the faint aroma of rot emanating from it, but as far as she could determine, it was just a plain field mouse.
Stranger by far was the bowl with the eyelash. And the chewed wad of gum, and that melting bowl of ice in Flora's hands. Confused by the lack of consequences, the white crow puffed up her feathers until she looked more like a bedraggled owl and kept watching the gathering below, just in case something else were to happen. She was tempted to throw the mouse trap away, honestly. But given that everything had worked out without a hitch so far, she did not want to be the one who turned this gathering into a war zone. Been there, done that - moving on to try different ways of thinking, right?
Maea examines the mousetrap, finding absolutely nothing wrong about it and sulks a bit about that.
Stranger by far was the bowl with the eyelash. And the chewed wad of gum, and that melting bowl of ice in Flora's hands. Confused by the lack of consequences, the white crow puffed up her feathers until she looked more like a bedraggled owl and kept watching the gathering below, just in case something else were to happen. She was tempted to throw the mouse trap away, honestly. But given that everything had worked out without a hitch so far, she did not want to be the one who turned this gathering into a war zone. Been there, done that - moving on to try different ways of thinking, right?
Maea examines the mousetrap, finding absolutely nothing wrong about it and sulks a bit about that.
Maea
