A feather had appeared that morning on Julien's pillow. It was pure white and as long as his forearm, hard and structured along most of the shaft, soft and fuzzy near the base. Humming, he played with it as he went through the mall. All good school-aged boys and girls were in class at this hour, so it wasn't hopelessly crowded, at least.
...but it looked like his favorite baby supply store was closed. Julien sighed. "That's a tragedy, there."
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A feather had appeared that morning on Julien's pillow. It was pure white and as long as his forearm, hard and structured along most of the shaft, soft and fuzzy near the base. Humming, he played with it as he went through the mall. All good school-aged boys and girls were in class at this hour, so it wasn't hopelessly crowded, at least.
...but it looked like his favorite baby supply store was closed. Julien sighed. "That's a tragedy, there."