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Shelley the fantailed pigeon was different from the rest of his friends in the coop, although Fernando Smith his owner did not realise this. Shelley would remain awake at night peeking out of a crack in the enclosure, he stared for hours at the incarnations of the moon. Shelley could feel his heart quicken, and knew his time on the earth was not very long, the rays of the moon made him feel immortal. Fernando Smith was often frustrated with Shelley because he was too tired to fly due to lack of sleep.
This night Shelley slept, the next morning Fernando Smith opened the doors to the coop,” fly my friends fly” he whispered. The winds where asleep, Shelley needed all his strength when he flew in the opposite direction to his friend’s, he traveled many miles and stopped to rest in a tree. Shelley heard the earth protesting with the sound of flames, he shivered before going to sleep.
Shelley woke up to a warm dry night, the wind made his feathers bristle he cast his eye on the cold ice moon and harvested its treasures with the beating of his wings. Shelley could now fly through all kinds of weather without resting, he flew over his old home and scattered some of the moon’s treasure to help liberate his friend’s.
Shelley the navigated the seas and shared the treasures of the moon to help the wounded earth, Shelley like the moon was now immortal.
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whoever you are come forth these are the days that must happen to you.
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