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"If I wanted to freeze in the snow, I could have just stayed home..." the little bluebird muttered. "So, why didn't you," questioned the robin, in a simple, matter-of-fact tone. "Well...because I wanted to visit you, of course." The two feathered friends were stretching their wings after a quick meal, but the sun had already set, and the clouds let loose a flurry of white flakes. Every other winged creature with good sense was already tucked away in a nest. "We can land here for now." The brown feathers in front dived towards the trunk of a small tree, with a tiny flash of blue darting after. They perched, one after the other, on a fair-sized