Nine-year-old Lucy didn't understand why she cried more for her classmates than for the maimed bird twittering desperately in their grip as the boys slowly plucked one blue feather after another. Naked and bloody, the bird's trills subsided before Lucy walked over, picked it up, and drenched it with her tears. The hollow she dug for it was shallow but the school yard offered no better grave.
When the boys threatened to thrash her if she told, she held up her head and fought back a sob: hindi na ako takot sa inyo.
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