Fledglings held to the quaking branch, a place suddenly bereft of leaves, with nowhere the huddle against the cold wind. They weren't alone in the old maple tree that had been such a pleasant home not so long ago. The elders had gathered as well.
"What has happened? Why is it so cold?"
The eldest looked down from a higher branch. "Don't worry, youngling. We'll soon fly to pursue the lost warmth. Once we find it, we'll rest for a while. Then, when the time is right, we'll return and bring the warmth back with us. It is our duty."
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