Being so tender and new to the art of flight, the little chick can at first only flutter out of reach from the vicious feints of the cat.
Left paw. Flit.
Right paw. Flap.
Lunge. And the tiny bird flies away.
Do you, her guardian angel, direct her to her sister:
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