The little boy...
could only hide alone in bed at night and cry.
He had gone downstairs to try to find the little turtle.
He searched for several days in a row.
But found nothing.
There was nothing he could do.
The little boy had no choice but to give up.
The child suddenly came to his senses.
He fixed his gaze on what was in front of him.
The large bird, which looked like a magpie, was still there.
It tilted its head and looked at him.
His whole body stiffened.
The large bird paced around his room.
But his room was too small, and the bird was too big...
"Hey!"
The little boy looked alarmed.
"Watch out!"
He lunged forward and caught the pencil case that had been swept off the desk by the bird's feathers.
"Hey!?"
The little boy turned around and caught the cup he used for drinking water as it fell.
"Stop moving!"
The little boy shouted, unable to take it anymore.
"Can't you see how many of my things you've knocked over?!"
If anything broke... how would he explain it to Mom?
Mom would definitely scold him.
Worry over that possibility overwhelmed the little boy's fear of the strange bird.
He angrily scolded it.
The strange bird really did stop.
The strange bird looked at the little boy.
The indignation on the little boy's face quickly faded.
In its place came a hint of helplessness and embarrassment.
"...You knocked my things over..."
"Mom's going to scold me..."
Only belatedly realizing that the strange bird had actually listened to him, the little boy was astonished. At the same time, his fear of it faded considerably.
The strange bird seemed...
not to mean him any harm.