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Tweety's Passion

The first blow from a stone opened his eyebrow. The second destroyed his leg. After that he was already unable to distinguish in which order nor which stones produced the rest of his injuries. He thought he would come out unhurt from that situation in the end, the way he always did in every single previous film. However, the cartoonists were going too far: he had never felt such pain before. When he realised that he wasn’t going to be able to fly again and that everything seemed to point towards there being no revival, to his own surprise and that of the animators, he said to his creator: “Father, why have you abandoned me?”


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