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At
the
last
minute
,
I
remember
Madge
's
little
gold
pin
.
For
the
first
time
,
I
get
a
good
look
at
it
.
It
's
as
if
someone
fashioned
a
small
golden
bird
and
then
attached
a
ring
around
it
.
The
bird
is
connected
to
the
ring
only
by
its
wing
tips
.
I
suddenly
recognize
it
.
A
mocking
jay
.
They
're
funny
birds
and
something
of
a
slap
in
the
face
to
the
Capitol
.
During
the
rebellion
,
the
Capitol
bred
a
series
of
genetically
altered
animals
as
weapons
.
The
common
term
for
them
was
muttations
,
or
sometimes
mutts
for
short
.
One
was
a
special
bird
called
a
jabber
jay
that
had
the
ability
to
memorize
and
repeat
whole
human
conversations
.
They
were
homing
birds
,
exclusively
male
,
that
were
released
into
regions
where
the
Capitol
's
enemies
were
known
to
be
hiding
.
After
the
birds
gathered
words
,
they
'd
fly
back
to
centers
to
be
recorded
.
It
took
people
awhile
to
realize
what
was
going
on
in
the
districts
,
how
private
conversations
were
being
transmitted
.
Then
,
of
course
,
the
rebels
fed
the
Capitol
endless
lies
,
and
the
joke
was
on
it
.
So
the
centers
were
shut
down
and
the
birds
were
abandoned
to
die
off
in
the
wild
.
Only
they
did
n't
die
off
.
Instead
,
the
jabber
jays
mated
with
female
mockingbirds
creating
a
whole
new
species
that
could
replicate
both
bird
whistles
and
human
melodies
.
They
had
lost
the
ability
to
enunciate
words
but
could
still
mimic
a
range
of
human
vocal
sounds
,
from
a
child
's
high-pitched
warble
to
a
man
's
deep
tones
.
And
they
could
re-create
songs
.
Not
just
a
few
notes
,
but
whole
songs
with
multiple
verses
,
if
you
had
the
patience
to
sing
them
and
if
they
liked
your
voice
.
My
father
was
particularly
fond
of
mockingjays
.
When
we
went
hunting
,
he
would
whistle
or
sing
complicated
songs
to
them
and
,
after
a
polite
pause
,
they
'd
always
sing
back
.
Not
everyone
is
treated
with
such
respect
.
But
whenever
my
father
sang
,
all
the
birds
in
the
area
would
fall
silent
and
listen
.
His
voice
was
that
beautiful
,
high
and
clear
and
so
filled
with
life
it
made
you
want
to
laugh
and
cry
at
the
same
time
.
I
could
never
bring
myself
to
continue
the
practice
after
he
was
gone
.
Still
,
there
's
something
comforting
about
the
little
bird
.
It
's
like
having
a
piece
of
my
father
with
me
,
protecting
me
.
I
fasten
the
pin
onto
my
shirt
,
and
with
the
dark
green
fabric
as
a
background
,
I
can
almost
imagine
the
mockingjay
flying
through
the
trees
.
Effie
Trinket
comes
to
collect
me
for
supper
.
I
follow
her
through
the
narrow
,
rocking
corridor
into
a
dining
room
with
polished
paneled
walls
.
There
's
a
table
where
all
the
dishes
are
highly
breakable
.
Peeta
Mellark
sits
waiting
for
us
,
the
chair
next
to
him
empty
.
"
Where
's
Haymitch
?
"
asks
Effie
Trinket
brightly
.
"
Last
time
I
saw
him
,
he
said
he
was
going
to
take
a
nap
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
Well
,
it
's
been
an
exhausting
day
,
"
says
Effie
Trinket
.
I
think
she
's
relieved
by
Haymitch
's
absence
,
and
who
can
blame
her
?
