The hundred and seventieth story

Once upon a time there was a whole nestful of young sparrows who decided they would rather be a hawk. They never flew but together, and would group together to form a sortof large bird shape. They looked nothing like a hawk, but still, no one messed with them.

the hundred and forty ninth story

Once upon a time there was a hummingbird. When she was young she let her size speak for her, but later in life she learned that if she spoke like a hawk, the other birds treated her like a hawk.

This is the Doves' third for-profit story. They were given two words- hummingbird and empowerment.

The hundred and thirty ninth story

Once upon a time a squirrel and his best friend both grew tired of hiding. The squirrel had a fox mask made for himself, and a whole hawk suit tailored for his pal. After that, the comrades sauntered about freely all day, every day.

The Doves wrote a special story for me for my new piece. they even consented to type it on the computer so I could use it to fill that last pesky box in the display.

Thanks, Doves.

the hundred and twenty seventh story

Once upon a time there was a hawk. She could see the whole world. Everything she could not see did not exist. Of this, she was sure. She was less sure how the same things began to exist in the exact order they had once before, earlier.