This cannot be happening, Max thought as she stood kwa a mti in the park. Little Angel sat under the tree, weeping her eyes out. Thick tears running down her cheeks. In her hands she held a little bird. She had caught it earlier as it fell from the sky and it had, unfortunately, died in her hands. And now little Angel was so shaken kwa it, she was breaking down.
What do I do, Max asked herself. Angel was crying, and this time she didn't know how to handle it. She had had a lot of conversations with her flock. But nothing so sensitive as "Death". She remembered how peaceful the siku had started...
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