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... ts spoon-shaped beak, smashed a small tree two or three times, and dragged it away with its mouth.
The small tree was dragged to the open space in the forest, and piled up with the big pile of withered yellow branches.
"Garrah!" Torn off by its claws and giant beak, the small tree quickly turned into countless fragments, and after a little tidying up, it became a part of the pile of dead branches.
—This is the nest that has not yet been built.
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