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An Offering
He landed next to the bird who was obviously his mate. A solf yack, yack, yack arose from both, and then, he with his mouth full, offered her the prize. She looked at him like it was yesterday's fish, which of course it wasn't, and turned away. Then another series of yacking, and she slowly turned her head and accepted the offering. It was me, it was you, it was us! It was nature at her best.
Larry Eifert
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