Snippet #1299980

Chilili Crow-Dog's head popped up from her reverie of thought with the sound of a loud squawk. She stood, instantly poised for some nuclear disaster. Maybe that was the first challenge; a nuclear disaster? Possible... However, what would it prove? But no... nothing seemed different or at least nuclear. She toured through the aisles and found a fallen bird. “Oh no!” she said aloud, kneeling down towards the small animal. It was a magpie. The poor thing seemed to be knocked out. She reached out a hand to softly stroke the bird in hopes of reviving it. Chilili shook her head. “It must be so far from home,” she said quietly to herself. The pen that lay near was neglected however as Chilili rose her head to seek help, she saw Margaret, believing her to be Maisie. Initially she was startled but she got over it quickly. “Did you see what happened?” she said, “Can you do anything?” As she waited for an answer, she noticed the book in Margaret's hand. It was Shakespeare, an author she hadn't read since High School. She spent many bored nights slogging through language she hardly understood. And yet at the moment, she recalled a line from Hamlet, There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow... She looked around her as if expecting something. What it was, she didn't know.