Sweetmead

Good bye birdie

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

"Why... oh why did this little bird had to die?.." rang like a bell in beorning's head. A bear that had been in so many battles and witnessed death pretty much every other day, was absolutely touched by such little and most likely unimportant to others event.

Rolling on the patch of nice smelling flowers and after the rain wet grass at Sweetmead was unexpectedly disturbed by rather stomping sounds of someone walking.

"Hurr....Hurr...."

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