Post by 0 on Sept 11, 2017 17:14:16 GMT
The rising sun broke over the horizon, filling the hilly landscape with shadows that flew across fields of golden wheat and rising corn.
Tucked in among the leaves of a lone maple, a small magpie shuddered in the chill wind that swept through the village farms that morning.
He watched as a rooster crowed from atop a fence post, the chickens waking up in a flurry of clucking and flapping, slipping out of their little wooden house to peck at the dusty ground outside.
He listened as the humans nesting in various structures of their own began to awaken, stepping out into the cool air and making their way down the sleepy streets.
The magpie clicked his beak with a sigh.
This was his life now.
Stuck to living among fowl too dumb to understand even the simplest of jokes.
Stretching his wings, he slipped out from the tree and fell upon one of the fences, casting an eye across the dirt path that swept past it.
There was a brick building on the other side, with a chimney from which smoke rose at the same time every morning.
Humans went in there, often in clusters while the sun was still rising, and brought out exotic foods with them; freshly baked breads and sweet steaming pastries.
Maybe he would get lucky that day and someone would drop something.
As he waited for the first customers to arrive, stomach growling for food, he began to consider, not for the first time, trying his luck at stealing from a human.
Tucked in among the leaves of a lone maple, a small magpie shuddered in the chill wind that swept through the village farms that morning.
He watched as a rooster crowed from atop a fence post, the chickens waking up in a flurry of clucking and flapping, slipping out of their little wooden house to peck at the dusty ground outside.
He listened as the humans nesting in various structures of their own began to awaken, stepping out into the cool air and making their way down the sleepy streets.
The magpie clicked his beak with a sigh.
This was his life now.
Stuck to living among fowl too dumb to understand even the simplest of jokes.
Stretching his wings, he slipped out from the tree and fell upon one of the fences, casting an eye across the dirt path that swept past it.
There was a brick building on the other side, with a chimney from which smoke rose at the same time every morning.
Humans went in there, often in clusters while the sun was still rising, and brought out exotic foods with them; freshly baked breads and sweet steaming pastries.
Maybe he would get lucky that day and someone would drop something.
As he waited for the first customers to arrive, stomach growling for food, he began to consider, not for the first time, trying his luck at stealing from a human.
