The wind had turned during the night. That was the first thing Sylvia noticed when she stepped to the balcony with a cup of morning tea.

Levi looked at the dark skies. The forecast on the car radio said that it would rain tonight. "If he spends the night outside, he'll freeze to death," Warren muttered.

You wore a mask to make sure that you would not contaminate the cake whenever you thought about this whole deal and burst out laughing mid-baking.

"Levi," Warren spoke up when his employer stayed silent, "please. I'm concerned about him."

Raiyo's legs brought him to a halt faster than he fully realized that, like always, his prayers had not been answered.

Levi opened the attached image. It was a small white bird on a branch. It was cute, Levi had to admit that, but he rolled his eyes at the word birb nevertheless.

You jump as a voice breaks the chilling silence. An Atlantic puffin calls out in the horizon. You are glad that it's not a predator you should be worried about.