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Samantha
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When Samantha was a girl, she and her brother found a baby bird in their back yard. The bird stood in the grass and chirped from a tiny raincoat-yellow beak. He seemed alone and maybe hurt. They were convinced he was chirping at them for help. They looked but found no nests or other birds nearby so they kept him in their room that night, in a shoe box filled with grass and bits of newspaper. They stayed up in shifts to watch over him. They named him Puffball, because he was so round and fluffy. At one point, they both fell asleep. In the morning, the bird was dead. Last week, Samantha heard chirping coming from an air vent in the ceiling in her hallway. She hauled a ladder from the pantry and climbed up to take a look. It looked like just like Puffball, but a bit bigger and healthier. She got him out of the vent and released him onto her patio, sitting with him until he flew away a few minutes later. She is watchful for his return.
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(Inspired by Lynda Barry and her (totally freaking amazing) Writing the Unthinkable workshop at the Omega Institute.)