A beautiful unusual looking feather fell to the ground
It was black, gray and white
It was in perfect condition
It was sitting in between the leaves that had fallen from the trees
Fall had arrived
A small boy was walking home
He found the feather sitting on the ground
He picked it up to look at it
To save it he took one of his school books out from his backpack
He opened the book and put the feather in between the pages and closed the book for safe keeping
He then put the book back into his backpack and continued on his way home
Once he got inside his house, he took out the feather and showed it to his mother
She looked at it and told him to show it to his father when he got home from work
The boy then went upstairs to his room
He put his backpack down on the chair by his desk and took out the book to look at the feather once again
It was absolutely beautiful
He had never seen anything like it
He felt like he had found a treasure
He was tired and wanted to rest
So he put the feather away and took a nap till his father arrived
While he slept the feather opened the book and stood up on one end
It started to turn slowly
As it turned gold sparkles covered the feather glistening in the light
It was pure magic
The feather then went back into the book and closed it
When the boy awoke his father had come home
He grabbed the book with the feather to show his father
His father was an historian
While his father studied it
He walked into his study to find a book on the book shelf
The boy followed his father
The boys father found the book and brought it down from the shelf
It was a very old book with a special leather red cover and gold edged pages
The father looked up the feather and discovered that it had belonged to the head dress of a former Native American chief named Temacuah. It was magical and also had protective powers
The feather would release its magic only when it was owned by the right person. Otherwise it looked like any other feather
While they were doing their research the feather stood up again on one end and started turning ever so slowly
As it did, the gold specks on it glistened once again
It was beautiful
The boys father knew this had only happened because his son was the correct owner
They also found out that the feather was very old
Several thousand years old
Yet it showed no age
It was perfect
They had found true magic
They felt blessed
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
A beautiful unusual looking feather fell to the ground
It was black, gray and white
It was in perfect condition
It was sitting in between the leaves that had fallen from the trees
Fall had arrived
A small boy was walking home
He found the feather sitting on the ground
He picked it up to look at it
To save it he took one of his school books out from his backpack
He opened the book and put the feather in between the pages and closed the book for safe keeping
He then put the book back into his backpack and continued on his way home
Once he got inside his house, he took out the feather and showed it to his mother
She looked at it and told him to show it to his father when he got home from work
The boy then went upstairs to his room
He put his backpack down on the chair by his desk and took out the book to look at the feather once again
It was absolutely beautiful
He had never seen anything like it
He felt like he had found a treasure
He was tired and wanted to rest
So he put the feather away and took a nap till his father arrived
While he slept the feather opened the book and stood up on one end
It started to turn slowly
As it turned gold sparkles covered the feather glistening in the light
It was pure magic
The feather then went back into the book and closed it
When the boy awoke his father had come home
He grabbed the book with the feather to show his father
His father was an historian
While his father studied it
He walked into his study to find a book on the book shelf
The boy followed his father
The boys father found the book and brought it down from the shelf
It was a very old book with a special leather red cover and gold edged pages
The father looked up the feather and discovered that it had belonged to the head dress of a former Native American chief named Temacuah. It was magical and also had protective powers
The feather would release its magic only when it was owned by the right person. Otherwise it looked like any other feather
While they were doing their research the feather stood up again on one end and started turning ever so slowly
As it did, the gold specks on it glistened once again
It was beautiful
The boys father knew this had only happened because his son was the correct owner
They also found out that the feather was very old
Several thousand years old
Yet it showed no age
It was perfect
They had found true magic
They felt blessed
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