Cheryl found it the basement. The little thing had six wings, huge eyes, and something between feathers and fur. If she thought about killing it, it rubbed against her and sang. It did the same if she considered telling someone. It made no distinction between death and discovery.
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I don't know why but I always imagined him exactly as you described. And you're right he would have rocked those wings.
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