The vet’s face was grim, during the initial exam. He said he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to reattach the thin, membranous wing to the body, but he did promise to try.
The snare was elaborate and obvious, so naturally they walked right into it.
When he was angry, the clouds boiled into darkness, and lightning crawled threateningly across the sky.
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