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Saskia hummed as she strolled through the park, admiring all of the wildlife and people who brought it all to life with their presence. The dark-haired woman grinned as she reached into a small bag tucked inside her pocket, sprinkling some bird seed across the pavement and the beautiful green grass that blanketed the world around her. Every weekend, the woman volunteered her time at the local animal shelter and did her best to care for and rescue the little critters that needed help. Ever since she was a young child, she had a gift for interacting with animals. It was a true calling to be at their assistance. The woman never understood how anyone could show any unkindness towards an animal. âHello, little friend,â she cooed, extending her arm as she stuck out her pointer finger, allowing the gentle, flying creature to perch amongst her digits. âWhy arenât you pretty!â she exclaimed, a soft chuckle leaving her lips as she was greeted in a mixture of soft chirps. âOff you go, eat up!â Saskia grinned, setting her new-found friend off to join the small crowd of blue jays and sparrows that stood in a circle, greedily attacking the ground for their daily share. She tossed another handful, bidding her farewell before continuing on.
Often times, she would stop at one of the few apple trees that were planted throughout the park. She figured this would be a good spot to sit and get lost in her book for a little while. Saskia plopped down, eyes glued to the first page. She inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh air that so graciously filled her lungs. It was moments after the woman heard a soft voice, almost in despair. Saskia lifted her head up, furrowing her eyebrows as the tips of her fingers toyed with the corner of the page that was to follow the last that she read. Slowly, she stood and peeked behind the tree, only to meet another woman who seemed rather concerned. âExcuse me, are you alright?â She asked softly, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity. Saskia carefully followed the other womanâs gaze, her eyes falling upon the wounded little bird that was in need of assistance. âOh my goodness!â She exclaimed, dropping to her knees to get a closer look. âOh, poor little thing,â she gasped, her fingers gently reaching out to gently brush against itâs wings, cautiously searching for any broken bones or other injuries. âIs this your friend?â Saskia asked, lifting her head up as her eyes traveled to meet Elsaâs.
Elsaâs startled eyes flashed up when the other woman spoke. She hadnât even realized there had been someone behind her, so suddenly hearing another voice had surprised her a bit. Fortunately the stranger looked about as intimidating as a cloud and Elsa didnât feel any reason to put her guard up. Well, more than it was usually. âIâm fine, itâs justâŚâ Her gaze fell back to the small bird on the ground below the tree. Elsa quickly moved over when the woman kneeled down beside her, allowing for at least two or three feet of distance between them. Out of habit she preferred not to stand (or sit) very close to people - especially those she didnât know.
âOh, um, no,â Elsa shook her head lightly in response. Was the bird her friend? What a peculiar question. She supposed the woman mustâve been very fond of animals if she considered a bird to be a potential friend. The way she gently inspected the small creature made her wonder if she worked at the local animal shelter and was thus used to working with injured animals. âI only just came across it a little bit ago. It must have fallen from the tree,â She glanced up, trying to locate a potential nest from where it could have come from.
Saskia gently inspected the wounded creature, a lips curling into a frown as she carefully found the courage to lift it to rest within the palms of her hands. âThat sounds about right. Thereâs many birds that fall out of their nests, mainly during storms or high winds. Or, even worse, baby birds who are trying to learn how to fly,â she spoke, her chest heaving as a sigh escaped from her lips. The dark-haired woman shook her head, glancing over at the other who remained beside her.
âIâm so glad you found him. This one isnât off too badly, and Iâm sure with a little TLC and some medicine, he will be back to normal in no time,â she suggested, her fingers gently petting the distressed little bird. âThere, there. Itâs alright, weâll take care of you,â she whispered.
Saskia then looked at Elsa, flashing her a warm and comforting smile. âThank you for this. Also, I apologize for sneaking up on you like that. I just heard you and wanted to be able to help if I could. My name is Saskia, Saskia Wiegand,â she introduced. Saskia was always more than happy to befriend others, especially animal lovers or those who seemed to prove themselves as genuine human beings. To her, Elsa seemed quite lovely. âI kind of volunteer at the animal shelter on the weekends in my free time, hence all the bird seed and whatnot,â she chuckled. âIâd shake your hand, but this one kind of claimed both of those at the moment,â she lifted the bird in her hands, carefully drawing them to her chest to ensure it wouldnât fall out. âWould you like to accompany me to the shelter?â She offered. âIt isnât too far from here, actually.â



















