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He was quite different than everyone in the kingdom, no wonder why the king wanted him dead. He thought to himself that death was fitting. He would no longer have to undergo the daily torment. A blank expression arose from his face as birds trailed behind him. They cawed as if mocking him, lining the trail to the guillotine and following close behind like funeral precession. A fitting audience he thought. Filthy street urchins they were spreading their gloom with a drop of their feathers. The guillotine was just a head. The executioner never seemed so happy. The cawing got louder. It stayed in rhyt