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by NarcissisticLife » Sun Mar 29, 2015 6:11 am
Oh lord. When I was about, four-ish, my mother had taken me to Rockwood Park, where I live. She was about eight months pregnant, so she set up a little spot in the grass. We had this wonderful picnic, and I was on the jungle gym, and such, when I saw a white dove. Me, being the toddler I was, curiously started running towards it. Welp. When I got to it, it had it's back turned to me. So, I kneeled down, and cupped my hands under it's wings. My fingers wrapped around it's legs to prevent it from going anywhere, and when I lifted it off of the ground, it started screechin', and flappin' it's wings like mad. I ignored it, and took it to my mother. She just looked at me, told me to put it down, and I did. The dove flew away, petrified.
¿ʎǝɥʇ ʇ,uǝɹɐ 'ƃuızɐɯɐ ǝɹɐ ǝʃdoǝd ǝsnɐɔǝ၁2