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"Come on, come on, dinner's ready,"
said Hexia, ringing a small bell as she crouched on the grass, watching five little birds just out of the thermal box. These five little ones were covered in fluffy grey down, wobbling on their feet, occasionally falling onto the grass before climbing back up. Following the girl's call, they came before her and chirped.
Hexia opened her palm to reveal the glistening pale yellow 'grains of rice' - an advanced technical blend of bird feed with all the various nutrients the little birds needed, quite comprehensive.
The five little ones pecked at the food in Hexia's palm, scrambling for the tasty morsels. Occasionally they would flutter their tiny wings and let out little cries.
The birds' beaks were not sharp; their pecking induced a ticklish sensation in Hexia's palm. She endured it, stroking the five little birds with her other hand to familiarize them with her presence.
