Krikaw watched the murder follow Akaaw into the sky and croaked a farewell, for he would not be following. Never again would he soar majestically through the sky, for in the last battle he'd broken his left wing. More than broken it; it was nearly severed and hung useless, dragging on the ground.
No, like so many others of the murder, he would be here and when night came some creature of the woods come for the feast would find him and put an end to him. Dismally, he returned to the body before him, delicately digging his beak into the entrails, for he'd already picked the eyes. He fluttered his remaining wing and waited for the end.
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"Man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all 'til we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?"
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