[Her voice trails off as she spots something out of the edges of her vision and turns towards it. Her eyes widen; it is the MOTHERLOAD of feathers! The birds must have had a wild rumpus dance party to lose that many feathers in one place!]
Lloyd, look!
[Hurrying towards the cache now, pulling him along by their still-clasped hands.]
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[Her voice trails off as she spots something out of the edges of her vision and turns towards it. Her eyes widen; it is the MOTHERLOAD of feathers! The birds must have had a wild rumpus dance party to lose that many feathers in one place!]
Lloyd, look!
[Hurrying towards the cache now, pulling him along by their still-clasped hands.]