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He was standing quietly on one foot and looking, like an expert rifleman, down the end of a bill as deadly as an assassin's dagger. I had seen, not long before, a man with his brow split open by a half-grown heron which he had been rash enough to try and capture...
The bird I faced was perfectly mature and had come softly down on a frog hunt while I slept. Why was he standing over me?