Boone, once again, stood in front of Crowman's door. He took out the feathers from his pocket and looked around to know whether someone was peeking on him. He had already got plenty of Old Ghost's attention by now.

Boone gently stroked the crow's beak by the feather. It did not work so he tried another feather.

One of them worked. Beak opened and the door clicked open.

He smelled grassy fragrance as air came out from Crowman's room. After taking a long breath, he stepped inside the dark room. As soon as his feet touched the floor, he felt like he was walking on haystack. Taking further steps made him believe those were twigs.

His eyes were taking time to adjust with the surrounding. But it didn’t take longer for him to see where he was. Boone was walking on a giant nest made of twigs and hay strands.

The nest was as big as a crater.

In the middle of the nest there was a life sized egg shell which had been broken into two. He believed it was the egg from where Crowman had hatched.

But on corner of the room, there was the thing which Boone had come looking for thus far. Dumpster.

Boone jumped his way across the quicksand like nest to the dumpster. The nest was not supposed to walk on but instead to fly to. Boone didn’t have wings so he was miles further from the comfort.

Gasping, Boone opened the lid of dumpster without making any noise. Letters reflected in his eyes as if they were treasure. Boone also behaved like he had discovered a chest dug by pirates.

On the utmost surface he found his lifeline. There was no way he could not recognize the envelopes which he had thrown in there. They didn’t look dirty by any means but rather appeared appealing from every avenue.

The admiral came to a stop at a time and he started gathering the envelopes one by one. He was in no condition to afford losing any of those letters.

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"I need some rest." Boone heard a voice coming inside through the door.

Crowman was right outside the room. Boone's jaw dropped when he heard the door click open. He knew it would take few seconds for Crowman's eyes to adjust so he dived inside the dumpster.

Boone was glad that he had managed to defy Crowman's ears as well.

"Old Ghost!" Crowman called.

"Yes, sir." His voice was unmistakable.

"Burn the letters of this dumpster." He commanded.

Boone was confident he was not going to burn it right there because it was Crowman's room. And he was delighted to find out he was right.

Old Ghost put his hands on dumpster and began to push it out of the room.

"It is heavy." Old Ghost whimpered.

"I know. And I am thinking of making things easier for you." Crowman replied.

Boone kept his silence. He realized he was well far from Crowman's room when he just began to hear panting of exhausted Old Ghost. The Ghost stopped pushing to wipe his sweat.

Dumpster was just too heavy for him this time.

Boone will push it for me. He thought when he reached the same place where Boone had been mopping for days.

"Boone, are you around here?" Old Ghost began to make noise.

The calls became fainter with each step Old Ghost took and disappeared soon. Boone peeked out by lifting the lid to watch surrounding and jumped out from there. Some letters fell out from garbage along with him.

Hasting, he began to put them back in.

"Here you are! What are you up to? Hide and seek?" Old Ghost came seconds after Boone closed the lid.

"I wasn’t hiding. But it looks you were seeking for me." Boone laughed, trying to eject out nervousness.

Did he see me coming out of dumpster? He doubted.