When I was about 10, I went and sat under my favorite tree to read. There was always a nest in the spring in that tree because three branches formed a perfect Y. Well, a baby plopped out of the nest, right into my lap. For about three seconds, it was the most miraculous thing that had ever happened to me.
Then then mother caught sight of me with her fuzzy baby and swooped down and started pecking my head. That baby flew out of my soft lap and onto the hard ground and I started screaming. My mom came out and held open the screen door and I ran in. I was scarred for life. Not my head. My soul!
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