Feathers V

As you contemplate buying that orchard that recently went up for sale, a familiar gust of wind smacks another piece of parchment into your face. You try to catch it before it hits, but you just wind up falling down instead. You already know what it’s going to say, but you look anyways. “Feathers.” You debate crumpling the paper, tossing it aside, and moving on with your day. As soon as the thought enters your mind, the letters swirl and the paper turns a light shade of red. “DON’T LITTER! (also please include some apples)”. You sigh and decide it’s probably for the best to listen to the angry letter before it bursts into flames.