'Never love a wild thing, Mr Bell,' Holly advised him.'That was Doc's mistake.He was always lugging home wild things.A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do,the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods.Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
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