The raven

Ninasilverrose

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The sun shone down dimly beneath the clouds, causing a chilly breeze to form in the sky, which there flew a flock of ravens; and a small and fragile raven flew at the end, its beak hanging open strangely as it gasped for much needed breath.
Two ravens kept glancing back, keeping watch on the smaller raven. Their beady eyes were clouded with worry, and they cawed restlessly. The smaller raven, it seemed, had just learned to fly recently, and tried to call its parents back, but all it could do was choke even more that it already was.
The small raven suddenly felt weak and dizzy, and so started gasping even more for oxygen; but no avail, for it could not close its beak, and lost a great amount of breath; and before it could gasp for a second breath, it realized that had been its last.
Body weakened from the lack of oxygen, the raven felt its wings give way and stop moving all at once, and so this fragile raven fell from the sky, its chest no longer heaving up and down as it made an impact to the ground, surrounded by tangled trees.
A few days passed after this accident, and a little boy happened to pass by, and saw a black lump on the pavement. Curious, the boy quickly and silently made his way to the lump, and found that it was a raven; and when he looked closer, he noticed its beak hung open strangely. But after he found out what it was, he let out a small gasp.
There hung a peice of plastic from its open beak, having choked the small raven to death.
 
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