Since I promised to tell @awkward--sigma , @awkward-oguri and @awkward-alcott a story, I figured I might as well get to it. I do so hope you will enjoy it. This is my first time doing something like this but I'll do my best.
Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a little white raven. The raven had a few siblings and both parents but none of them had white feathers like the little raven. The little raven liked its feathers very much. It would fluff them up and style them all the time. But the other ravens were not so thrilled for they looked all the same and felt envious over the little raven and its beautiful feathers.
Its siblings started bullying the little raven. They pulled its beautiful feathers and pecked its wings. They called the little raven many ugly names too. The little raven cried and begged them to stop but they never would. Instead, the bullying would get more severe each day. Until one day, they plucked out some of the pretty feathers the little raven had.
Unable to endure it any longer, the little raven left the nest. It flew through the forest all alone for days. The little raven wasn't hungry, it knew how and where to get food. And it had enough water as well. And for a while, it was just happy to be safe. But after some time, the little raven started feeling lonely.
The wolves wouldn't play with it. The rabbits called it ugly. The foxes tried to eat it. The deer wouldn't even look at it. The little raven didn't have anyone to play with. And not anyone to talk with either.
"What should I do?" Asked the little raven. "I don't want to be all alone but I can't go back home."
The little raven sat down on a fallen tree trunk and sighed. The forest was quiet. Nobody was looking for the little raven and nobody was calling for it. Saddened, the little raven returned to what it loved the most. It fluffed up its feathers and made itself feel pretty. And then, because it was late, the little raven went to sleep.
When the morning came and the little raven woke up, it couldn't believe its eyes. The forest around it was no more and all that remained was the log it was sleeping on. There was a pretty lady sitting next to the little raven. She reached out and pat the little raven carefully and smiled.
The lady was actually the angel of the forest. For a long time, she tolerated what the other animals did because she thought that was just how all of them were. But the little raven was different. It didn't fight back when its siblings hurt it and it always made sure to take good care of itself.
The angel took the little white raven with her up to heaven where the little raven could live happily ever after, getting pat and played with and where its feathers were adored daily.
And all the bullies from the forest went straight to hell to burn in the flames for all eternity.