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Written for FFfAW165

He was perched atop the steel girders, his body full of nervous energy. He watched with fascination at the throng of people bustling about their business.

He hopped from one steel girder to another, almost losing his footing. He sighed, things had become very difficult these days.

He remembered the days gone by, when he was a kid. There was no such crowds there. Only peace and quiet. He used to play to his hearts content with his friends without worrying about bad people getting their hands on them.

He was brought out of his reverie by a huge whooshing sound. He froze in his tracks as he came face to face with the monstrosity. That’s something new, he thought to himself as he bypassed the whirring blades of the giant fan.

Much to his chagrin, he found out that there were four more such fans to cross before he reached his home. Cursing and muttering, he reached home. He smiled at his wife and kids.

Things were much easier when the trees were around. The brand new airport didn’t make things easy for the birds.

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