I hated the mayor, a feral rooster that strutted around the town where Owen was born, stopping on every corner at the crack of dawn to crow the town awake. I love the mayor... gosh darn-it, I lived in a town where everyone was awoken by a scrappy bird who adopted our community, how cool is that?
One day he didn't show up, and I certainly didn't miss him for a while. There was word that a bunch of feathers were found, and tough and bold as he was, the free-roaming life is tough for a bird. I miss him now. Is it weird to miss a bird?
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