[She gives John a concerned look. They were kind of giving him the short end of the stick. But before she could get a proper answer, off he went; she bolted after him.
Sure enough, they were still there, and there was a nice--well, once nice, now being picked apart by sharp beaks--leather sketchbook in the snow, surrounded by the small flock of spearow. Pulling at the pages, pecking at some of the pictures, papers were strewn about.
There was a small, upset whimper from behind one of the trees. Yup, she saw it. All her work...]
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[She gives John a concerned look. They were kind of giving him the short end of the stick. But before she could get a proper answer, off he went; she bolted after him.
Sure enough, they were still there, and there was a nice--well, once nice, now being picked apart by sharp beaks--leather sketchbook in the snow, surrounded by the small flock of spearow. Pulling at the pages, pecking at some of the pictures, papers were strewn about.
There was a small, upset whimper from behind one of the trees. Yup, she saw it. All her work...]