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Chapter 4:
Thresh's POV
Where would I go if I were Rue? I think to myself. I hadn't paid much attention to her in the bloodbath and I hadn't seen her since.
To find Rue, you must be Rue, I hear a voice in my head.
Where did that come from? Since when did I become a philosopher? I ask myself.
But soon, I realize my philosophical self is right. I have to think about Rue, her strengths and weaknesses. I know she's good at climbing, she climbs the tallest trees during work to tell us when work is over. Her sweet tune carried by the mockingjays signals the end of the day.
A memory stirs at the back of my head, about Rue's song.
I sit in a sheltered spot of a grain field where I have made my camp. It's quiet, almost too quiet. Until a mockingjay arrives.
It's a young mockingjay. It lift's it's tiny wings and lands on the ground, nipping the it, as if looking for imaginary crumbs.
Soon it starts to whistle. The same tune over and over again. I almost consider squashing it, which I could do easily with my foot, but the tune seems familiar. I listen to it more closely and a picture forms in the back of my head. A little girl with thick dark hair and satiny brown skin, perched on a tree branch, whistling that tune.
Who is that girl?
The mockingjay leaves, fleeing back into the forest as my foot almost squashes it, but the tune stays in my head.
I didn't know then, but I know now.
How could I have not recognized her?
The mockingjay.
The forest.
Rue.
I have to find her.