One summer’s day, a little bird flew into a field of giant windmills. The windmills towered above the ground, their white blades slowly spinning, making only a quiet whoosh and hum. There were no trees, only green grass, blue sky and the giant windmills. The little bird, finding nowhere to rest, became terribly depressed and drowned itself in a barrel of synthetic oil that a worker had left open.
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