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A young bird knows its home, not flying too far from it. Always staying, always sleeping, at its safe home. Let it know no bounds, it will be always safe from the outside. But has not the bird the right wit nor knowledge to define proper bounds of safety! The night grows dim, as always, but on this night there was a sinister feeling that left a wretched stench in the air. But the bird pays no attention, it knows it is safe in its "home". Fire consumes wood. There were warning signs, but the bird was in its safe place...that bird was in its home. The safest place there is.