Part I
The Hawk's Cry
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“Kree-eee-arr”
A red-tailed hawk screamed his hatred of winter on the way down from the gray sky. It was expectedly cold on the eve of the Christmas Eve. The never-green forest was jeweled by a flurry of snow, the soul of wintertime. Ice crystals that were falling down on the big bird’s brown broad wings made the bird of prey desperate enough to release a fierce cry again. The high pitch angry voice chased mice and squirrels, or even snakes, away. The Bueto started to land when he saw a villa which his owner had directed him to. The good hunter pulled up on a bare branch of Oak tree near a stained-glass window, the one that wasn’t too snowy. And then, he knocked the glass with his hooked beak arrogantly.