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| author | Chẫu Chàng |
| author_facet | Chẫu Chàng |
| contents | <div> <p dir="auto"><span>During the first days of spring, Kingfisher begins to suffer from headaches and dizziness. It is probably because the weather keeps shifting unpredictably between heat and cold. He feels exhausted all day, and at night, lying in his earthen burrow—cold and damp—makes it even harder to sleep, which worsens the headache. He has barely drifted into a light sleep when morning arrives. Noisy chatter is already filling the entrance of his burrow.</span></p> </div> <div> <p dir="auto"><span>Still half-asleep and irritated by the noise, Kingfisher pokes his head out of the burrow and immediately bumps into Bulbul, who is rushing toward him in panic.</span></p> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p dir="auto"><span>Kingfisher shouts: — What are you doing, running as if Death itself were chasing you?</span></p> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p dir="auto"><span>Bulbul stammers: — Dead… dead for real… out there… they’re… dead.</span></p> </div> |
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| id | zenodo_https___doi_org_10_5281_zenodo_19015161 |
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| publishDate | 2026 |
| publisher | Zenodo |
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| spellingShingle | Poisonous Tree Chẫu Chàng <div> <p dir="auto"><span>During the first days of spring, Kingfisher begins to suffer from headaches and dizziness. It is probably because the weather keeps shifting unpredictably between heat and cold. He feels exhausted all day, and at night, lying in his earthen burrow—cold and damp—makes it even harder to sleep, which worsens the headache. He has barely drifted into a light sleep when morning arrives. Noisy chatter is already filling the entrance of his burrow.</span></p> </div> <div> <p dir="auto"><span>Still half-asleep and irritated by the noise, Kingfisher pokes his head out of the burrow and immediately bumps into Bulbul, who is rushing toward him in panic.</span></p> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p dir="auto"><span>Kingfisher shouts: — What are you doing, running as if Death itself were chasing you?</span></p> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p dir="auto"><span>Bulbul stammers: — Dead… dead for real… out there… they’re… dead.</span></p> </div> |
| title | Poisonous Tree |
| url | https://doi.org/10.5281/zenodo.19015161 |