Time for bed. I held my fist out. One by one, my flock stacked theirs on top, and then we headed up into the trees to sleep the sleep of the innocent. Well, okay, maybe not so innocent. But the sleep of the much less guilty than others, for sure.
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In this excerpt, the narrator prepares for bedtime by gathering their companions, symbolized as a flock, and extending their fist in a gesture of unity or farewell. One by one, they all place their fists on top of each other, signifying camaraderie and togetherness before settling in for sleep.
The scene depicts them climbing into the trees to rest, describing their sleep as peaceful but hinting at an edge of mischief...
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