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Jody would not take his young eyes off of the sky. Birds were flying in perfect sync.
“Birds are very intelligent,” Jody said, squinting. He was quite a prodigy himself. “I don’t know how they learn to fly so perfectly in sync with each other.”
“Amazing, huh?” I chuckled.
Just then, one of them squawked. Severals others called back. “They’re talking to each other,” Jody cried excitedly.
Speechless, I stared at the sky.
“He said there’s a fire. The leader, he said….”
From the east there appeared a dark column of smoke. Did Jody actually see that before me, or was he right about these darn birds?
“We have to go back, Jody. The birds will be alright.”
“I know,” he replied with his head down, turning with me to head home.
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