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Rostel raised his finger and pointed at the bird.
âAre you talking?â
It was my first time seeing a talking bird. Arenât animals unable to speak in the first place?
As Rostel tilted his head in wonder, the bird began to flap its wings. She leaned forward to try to catch it as if it was trying to fly away. Then the body that was hanging precariously on her window fell down.
I closed my eyes in shock, but I felt no pain from my fallen body. When I slowly opened my eyes to see her strangeness, I saw that something was covering her whole body. It was the wind. Rostel fell slowly and soon set foot on the ground.
[itâs crazy? If a human falls, he dies! Why jump!]
The bird opened its beak and started nagging.
âI didnât jump on purpose.â
Rostel tried to make excuses, but the bird didnât stop nagging. It was a while later that the sweet-and-sour stir-fry stopped.
[Be careful in the future.]
âYes, Iâll be careful!â@@novelbin@@
I heard a loud noise, but strangely I didnât feel bad. Rostel exclaimed, her mood elated.
âBut can I touch it?â
[what?]
âyou.â