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Dawn Sparrow flitted over dewy grass, eyes sharp for a wriggling worm. The meadow hummed with life, but her quarry hid well. She hopped, pecked, and tilted her head, listening for the faintest squirm. A rustle! Her beak darted into soft earth, pulling up a plump worm. Triumph! She soared to her nest, breakfast secured, as the sun warmed the fields. Her chicks chirped, eager for the meal. Dawn’s keen hunt ensured their strength, a small victory in the endless dance of survival. Each day, she’d search again, tireless, for the worms that sustained her family’s song.
