Nova heads into the dark wood with her handcart full of wheat. The bright warm sun is covered with overreaching branches making the forest dark and cold.
The trip so far has been like any other one except the abundance of birds. Nova sees an assortment of birds, from small songbirds to big birds of prey. Yet none of the birds attack one another, they just chirp and caw at each other. "It's like they're talking" thought Nova.
The deeper she goes in the wood the more birds there are. Suddenly she feels something wet splatter on her head. She reaches up and touches her hair and brings down white glop in her hand. "Are you kidding me?!" She yells.
She looks up to see a hawk sitting on a branch staring at her. "I hate hawks!" She says while picking up a rock. She then chucks the rock at the hawk.