Cedric scanned carefully
for any movement below. As long as he kept his focus on the hunt, he didn’t
have to think about how high up he was. There! Movement in the leaf litter!
His curved claws
tightened on the thick branch where he perched. He could do this. He didn’t
have to go any higher up, only down. Falling with his wings outspread. Easy—
Sure, he thought
grimly, clinging to the branch for dear life. A few more leaves shuffled, then,
silence. Whatever was under there had gone.
Cedric relaxed,
then hung his head. He was a failure. He knew it. Everyone knew it. He should
just fall out of the tree and be done with it. Sadly, that much of a fall wasn’t
likely to kill him. Then he’d just have a broken wing or something even more
pathetic. Was there anything more pathetic than an eagle who was afraid of
flying?
No, he wasn’t
afraid of flying. He was afraid of falling. That’s a big difference. Not that
it made much difference to the rest of the world. But it did to Cedric.
There! Another
movement caught his eye. Cedric sucked in air through his beak and squeezed his
claws around the branch, then released them. I can do this! He thought. And
dropped…
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Dogs
in House
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Houdini
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Music
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Barber’s Adagio for Strings
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Time
writing
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~20 minutes
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April
word count
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2193
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