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The bird had not expected the coyote to lunge at her. In panic, she fell. Luckily, the coyote had missed her. Seconds before her face touching the ground, she instinctively flapped her wings and soared up. She cawed at the creature again. Swooping in, her talons caught the piece of meat that the creature had dropped. She grinned as she landed on a high branch. A small squawk came out, similar to a laugh. The bird kept taunting the creature and pecking at the meat, enjoying her victory. "It's mine now!"