There was once a pink doll in a wooden house. It knew no companion other than her birds, but the fate of her birds was cruel.

  Anytime one of the doves flew outside of the house, it would pop like a balloon, vanishing in a cloud of feathers.

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  The girl and the birds yearned for freedom, but they couldn't leave the house.

  Regardless of that, they could still live.

  Someone would always leave bread, tea, and seeds under the door.