The hawk landed on a perch that had been rigged for her next to where Bulvard lay. Elwyn absentmindedly stroked the soft feathers of her breast as she dribbled a little water into Bulvard's mouth. The others were still arguing about what the hawk had said and what it meant. Bulvard's sister still didn't believe that it had really happened. Elwyn disagreed. She didn't know what powers this bond between hawk and man had, but she could see the effect it had on Bulvard. When the hawk was near, the man calmed and seemed to sleep easier. When she was distressed, so was he. As the hawk settled down, a smile crossed Bulvard's sleeping face.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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