A sparrow, flying over the Tai River, over the shrubbery, past the guardrails of Jiangcun Residential Area, lightly landed on the branch of a large tree. With a curious gaze, it looked down upon a group of humans below.
Several people lay on the ground, faces pressed to the earth, firmly pinned down by another group, like pitiful mice under the talons of an eagle, their eyes clear, gasping continuously, both innocent and desperate.
The sparrow took flight, deliberately soaring over the heads of these people before flying on. Not long after, it watched as a few humans were squeezed into rabbit-like shapes by their own kind.
The sparrow shivered and felt the humans below were nothing but noise.
