I went for a walk and encountered a hundred-some baby geese in a field of mint.
Whenever the three-year-old finds feathers, he chases down every bird he can find, trying to give them back.
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I went for a walk and encountered a hundred-some baby geese in a field of mint.
Whenever the three-year-old finds feathers, he chases down every bird he can find, trying to give them back.