A bluebird alighted on the tree branch outside my window. I got excited
that it foretold imminent happiness.
But then a hawk descended on the
bluebird, eating it in a moment of flurry. I got sad knowing that the
good thing coming my way would quickly turn to a source of sorrow.
My
dog Rexy, who had been observing the whole thing, said, "Sometimes, it's just time for lunch."
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