He was tense, a nervous bead of
sweat ran down his brow. What he was doing was wrong. Well wrong by the letter
of the law but what could he do, he was trapped. She was his bird and he had to
look after her.
He knew she should never have
been with him. She was protected but he had found her when she was young and
could hardly move. He had helped her grow up, cared for her, loved her.
But now she was ill and he could
go to no one for help because no one could know that she lived with him. He had
to do the surgery himself, he could not put it off.
He leant forward and took a deep
breath. His hands trembed with nerves and guilt because, he knew, he was
performing an ill eagle operation.
Ba Boom
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