Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

victory! the enemy retreated forces, allowing accipitra a moment’s taste of triumph. 

she readied for secondary attack, rounding to her stumpy feat with a look of concentrated courage. only all forces had withdrawn, and accipitra was left wondering where all of towhee’s legs had gone. 

she stared agog. this was not the normal order of things. perhaps like the stick accipitra had lost the other day, she had misplaced them? her ears flapped as she turned her head around and began searching the limited threshold for towhee’s truant limbs.