The Feather

A lone white feather lazily floated down from the terrace of the house down in Quarry Wood, which overlooked the River Thames. Little Anne was sitting on the garden bench with her favorite teddy bear and frowning because of the scolding her father had given her.
The feather willed the wind to carry him to the gentle river, where he could float away peacefully. Instead, the wind guided the feather into Anne’s hand. She smiled, closed her eyes, made a wish and blew the feather towards the river.

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