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// Autumn 
// Story: Seasons 
// by Equimorto 
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He did not know where the bird had come from. Nor what kind of bird it was. Nor why, of all the rocks in the park, the bird had taken an interest in his eye specifically. Of course, he certainly was the most beautiful out of all those rocks, but he had his doubts about the bird's ability to discern beauty. 
Still, the bird was there. Moving closer and closer to him. Perhaps he wanted something? But what could a bird want from a rock? Surely, the feather-brained creature's eye had simply been caught by the polished, shiny surface of his beautiful eye, and he would-
He'd picked him up. The accursed, despicable bird had taken him with his beak, and was flying with him away from the park. Oh, the insult of being handled like a common piece of stone. And the terrible, terrible consequences it would have on his return. Why, his servants needed to know exactly where every piece of him was, one of them being moved was a catastrophe.
Although... Perhaps, yes, this was finally it! They had at last found a way to gather up his shards without arousing suspicions. Oh, it had to have been hard, training the bird like that. But it would be worth it. Why, yes, the bird had landed, and another was in front of it. Truly brilliant! A system of multiple flying creatures, all trained to gather him up and-
The bird dropped him, and his eye rolled down a roof, to land in the middle of a street. That was no big deal though. No big deal. The day would come, eventually. He just needed to wait.
Just wait.