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I gaze at the brightening dawn sky streaked with tapering rays of sunlight as the lid is lifted from my confinement. I take to the heavens, casting my beady eyes onto the pastoral landscape in search of unsuspecting prey, and the woodlands draw nearer. As the shadow of my divine figure strikes Earth, I sense the collective fear of mice and pigeons reverberate throughout the forest in the wake of my presence; uncouth pigeons nervously ruffle their feathers and diminutive mice scramble back into their burrows. A gloom settles upon the forest as I return to feast once more, and the abrupt silence that follows only whets my ever-growing appetite.

The entire forest holds its breath as I soar downwards approaching land. I take immense pride in the stillness that ensues. Pigeons and rodents alike stay quiet in a vain effort to remain unnoticed, but they need not bother; my predator's gaze leaves no branch overlooked, no hollow misobserved, no leafy cover unnoticed, not even the most imperceptible movement eluded. Nothing escapes my watchful eyes.

Some creatures try to outpace me, to break loose of their fate, but their attempts are futile. Like a hunter letting go of a nocked arrow, or a lion pouncing on its game, I swoop down on my prey with intense precision and within minutes, the only vestiges of its existence are a few bloodied feathers and bones. They dutifully fulfill the lone purpose of their existence: to satiate my hunger, and nothing else.

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I rise up early before the sun wakes up and my worker opens my dark marvelous box. My worker opens my loved twitter which is ready to be showered with my pictures with the blue city sky.
While my fans are reminiscing about by beautiful feathers ,I  am served with my weigh machine for a another perfect timed hunting session. I reach my launch pad and fly into the vast city of petty pigeons and save the people of the city for pigeon waste.
For the people of the city I am the light at the end of tunnel , but for petty pigeons I'm their biggest nightmare. The prime location of my hunts are at the Sports center where I perform my tricks to thousands and save them from the apocalypses of the pigeons. One of tricks I show infront of the excited spectators is called the 'Lions and deers',In this trick I go faster than the speed of light to attack the pigeons with a quick jab. After those tricks even the bees from the stadium run for their eventual fate in afterlife. (Woah.)

After my duties are fulfilled , I return back to the marvelous box of mine (You're not entering the box yet.) to glance over the vast future of thousands of opportunity to save this city from pigeon thugs and end of this perpetual war. I can put a hood on my eyes and reach the footsteps of box without a hinch and roar at the mortal enemy of mine called the "DAWG".

After I am done with ambitious duties , I have to clean up all the violence and blood as in having baths in sparkle water to rinse all the blood and fate of hundreds of pigeons. After I sleep in my box of greatness I live to make this world a better place with a ambition of a million suns to make my ancestors proud for all the sacrifices.

:)

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My human wakes me up early in the morning.  I am weighed as I must be the right weight to fly. I do not worry about food: If I am hungry, I will catch a pigeon to eat, and if I am too full, I will rest on a tree branch until I am ready. I begin before even the sun has risen, hunting down pigeons in places I know they will be roosting, such as the rooftops of buildings and on the fields cultivated by the humans. Mothers always tell their chicks not to play with their food but occasionally I play games with the pigeons. (I love the sassy tone of your hawk here). I pretend to fly in one direction, the then swoop back around to scare the pigeon away. They disappear quickly once they realize that I have arrived. Sometimes I take breaks to relax and put a hood over my eyes. The hood is because with my superior eyesight, I can see everything happening around me, making me such an efficient (lethal) hunter. Occasionally humans will look up in awe (and fright my moves) at me and I will agree to let them take pictures with me. After I perform my duty, I have a bath, fluffing up my glorious golden feathers, and soak in the fading sunlight. Then the humans bring me back to my home and I drift back to sleep, satisfied at a job well done.

- Ensure that you are not lifting directly from the text, that shall not be acceptable.

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As the sunlight strikes My worker wakes me up everyday from my favorite dreams like feeding on those petty pigeons or gaining strength. As I get out of my palace I make my servant check my twitter and Instagram (Avoid adding your own ideas to the response), he keeps me fed enough to use my abilities. I wonder out with my flying abilities, into the blue sky as i am observing (or hunting?) for pigeons to hunt down.

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As the sun rises for me to get up, I see my human walking towards my palace looking quite pitiful he opens my doors in need of my help. I agreed (use present tense) to help him hunt the petty pigeons that were bothering him. Such a pity.
I warm myself up and jump myself into the sky my golden-brown feathers for everyone to see and envy my sole existence. I soar down lower to hunt those useless pigeons. they should be grateful I am giving them a purpose to their existence by being my food. I go back to my palace after eating to my fill. my owner had the audacity to touch me and drag me to the palace.

- Ensure that you are including all the points given in the Rufus text.
- Also, your hawk's tone is confusing. Ensure that you use only those words that show the merciless, kingly and vain side of the hawk.

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As I capture the sun’s glint in my eyes, I prepare myself to soar high in the sky to watch over the vast land with eyes, sharp and mighty as diamonds against the pigeon infiltrators that wreak havoc on this majestic land. My human opens the gates of my humble yet lavish abode, for I am the guardian of this land and the only one who can defeat the pigeon troublemakers. As I traverse over the land, I show no mercy to the mere pigeons that may interfere. I strike terror on the pigeons as they flee for their feeble lives. Because of such righteous and valiant actions I am tended well too, while people, thousands of them, would crave to see me. For these humans, I would pose once in a while for them, after all, I am the majestic and mighty ruler of this land and the pinnacle of power. I would cherish the sun, that shines mercifully on my land as I would bath and bask in its glorious golden light. Although I have many dislikes like the despicable dogs and the annoying lawnmower, I am (have a) fancy for baths, as it rejuvenates me charging me up for the actions beyond brilliant. (You forgot to mention the ending, how the human would trap him in the cage again)

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Every early morning my servant  wakes up and i come out of my huge comfy room. Then i have the most important job that is to scare away the jobless pigeon before doing my very responsible job I weigh myself to show everyone how gracefully I can fly. If I dont like the royal food that the servant made I go flying and show my skills of hunting pigeons to the restless audience.

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I ruffle my feathers as my human takes me out of my box. After hours of darkness, the sudden exposure to light was (is) uncomfortable and took time to adjust. I rise my majestic self each day to fulfil my irreplaceable job. Pigeons are nasty pests which need to be taken care of, I prey and feast on them with triumph each time. I am rewarded with a feast of chicks and quails if (when = certainty; if = uncertainty, therefore, makes the readers question hawk's skill) I finish my job properly, it doesn't even seem like an incentive anymore as I am always successful in my work.

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Each morning my human disturbs me from my long sleep and brings me out in the hollow, dark mundane world. I then step on a scale, where my majestic self is weighed before my inspection of the sky. I am then fed properly enough to go on the virtuous spree of hunting the petty pigeons, which starts at the sports venue. I admire the arena s it provides me scrumptious chicks and quail.
I enjoy playing 'cat and mouse' with the puny pigeons and give them sudden scares time to time. They fear me and tend to fly out. My fantastic eyesight gives me the ability to constantly have a peek at everyone's life. However I certainly cannot bare the naughty dogs and lawnmowers anymore! Once in  while i agree to click pictures with my fans there, but only if they really please me.
After my tiring day, I land in a relaxing hot water bath and fluff up my glorious feathers and sleep through the night.

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The sunlight strikes my eyelids as my human takes me out of my huge  box. I have a very responsible duty of driving away annoying petty pigeons. Sometimes when my human does not give me food before I do my daily chores, I would snack on some tasty pigeons. I like to play cat and mouse with these petty pigeons. Sometimes people would take photos with me and it raises my self-confidence (Hawk's confidence does not depend on people's attention; it's regardless of any factor). The animal that I dislike the most is a dog. At the end of my tiresome day, the human makes my bath and I lie down in the sun to dry myself. Then I get in my box and sleep a wonderful amount of time, often ringing my bells.

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My human acts as an alarm waking me up from my king sized box. I am then to be put on a scale to be weighed for my mightiness. If the human does put enough energy in me, thy the pigeon has to compensate. (highly confusing) If given too much I shall laze around and mind my own business. These faithless humans consider me one of their kind suggesting I might awry, hence putting one of their millennial gadgets on my majestic feathers. Feeling the warmth and the burn of the sun in my vigilant eyes, I know its time to make them pigeons pay. (This is not a wrap song, ensure you use proper sensible English) Their crime; standing in my way. I soar through the skies, to test the spirit and willpower of those lowly pigeons. Alas they always fail me.

- You've adopted the correct tone, however, you've not written it as per the chronology of the Rufus text.
Pay attention to the instructions in class.