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Sitting at his desk Mark stared at the sketch he made today in math. Feeling as if the entire situation was a dream. However part of him knew it wasn't but he couldn't square what he experienced with reality.

*Chirp Chirp!*

He heard at his side. Looking to his open window he saw the usual bird that ate from the feeder every day. As if by reflex he reached out to see if the bird would land on his hand, like he usually did. However like usual the bird just flew off to wait for him to leave the window to come back and continue snacking. Sighing Mark sat back down in his chair and looked at the sketch again. Then an idea went of in his head. What happened to Ms. Layman began right after he got done with this sketch. What if he were to do it again, but with this bird?

Getting to work he had a functional drawing within thirty minutes, of the bird standing on his finger. Then he waited and waited... and nothing happened. Looking at the drawing again he could tell he half assed it. Not looking half as life like as the sketch of his teacher. Trying again, he started to fill in a the small details he had skipped over to try and rush the result. Fifteen minutes later he had a life like drawing of the bird. Almost as if it could fly off the page. Then he began waiting and waiting... and again nothing happened. Guessing he had awoken from the day dream he sighed to himself before looking at the page again in defeat. With a wry smile he put his signature on the page with the bird and closed the book. Preparing to half ass whatever home work he had received today.

A few minutes later though...

*Chirp Chirp!*

The bird had reappeared. However instead of at the bird feeder the little guy was perched on his open window seal. Marks eyes widened in surprise, it had never done that before. Suddenly he had the urge to just hold out his hand. When he did so, the bird deftly flew up and onto his finger and started inspecting him as if he were a new friend. Pleasantly surprised Mark reached out the window again, grabbing some loose seeds from the feeder. He held it out for the bird, which started to munch on the provided snack.

"Holy shit" Mark whispered, eyeing his sketch book. "It was the detail and the signature" he thought to himself, as if he cracked the code to life. Remembering his sexy teacher today his imagination ran wild.