They built their nest inside a snarl of rose bushes where nothing could reach them unscathed. Within this thorny fortress their hatchlings grew, happy in the scent of wild roses, entertained by rose hip mobiles, and knowing little danger from the outside world. It was only when they learned to fly away they realized the darker nature of the thorns who helped to raise them.

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