January 2007
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Malachi
He marveled at the blotches of gray and white feathers that crept around Malachi’s little body. His head, small and aerodynamic, darted from left to right as if to cast a protective eye. “So you say he will protect me?” Terry asked. “Absolutely.” The kindly looking old man behind the counter replied. His bleach-blue eyes peeking out playfully from behind the folds...