When I was
sure that they were near to fever point, I switched my frequency.
The slavering males, blind to all but their own impending gratification, did not notice the
increased size of the big-beaked things that began to descend, or the retreat of the smaller,
edible ones. I pulled Wirt close to my side, waited until the sky was almost black with wings,
and then gave forth a sound most pure in its intent. A note that caused the predatory birds to
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