Literature
Ice Cream
What should have been pure joy for the small child was nothing short of pure misery. His little mind couldn't quite comprehend the reason for it; oh he knew what the problem was, don't get me wrong, but what he couldn't grasp was why.
You see, he was a freak.
The youngest of the von Pyre siblings, to be exact.
Teeny, tiny, innocent little Chimabell. Or Christopher. Whichever.
He was at the local park, alone, as Bella and Campara had been too busy to play with their little brother, like most older siblings are. The vulture hatchling was minding his own business on the swings, trying not to draw too much attention to himself, but of course t