When Algy woke the next morning, the forest was full of filtered sunlight and everything seemed normal again – at least, as normal as it could be in such an odd environment. He fluttered over to a drier mound of moss beneath a massive tree, and listened to all the soft sounds around him. A robin was singing somewhere among the trees in the distance, and other little birds were fluttering about among the branches. All was well with the world after all 🙂
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