Sly Fox Sand Dunes and there in the deep i lay

the buzzards above slowly descended in long swooping circles around the boy has he lay there, and sparrow did little else but stare. he expected one of the birds to fly down and steal an eye of his, but they never did. instead they simply teased him, screeching out raspy hisses as they circled in the sky. without warning they abandoned their wretched game and soared off to higher reaches of the sky.

he'd not known why the vultures left, until eventually a voice called out to him. the nudge summoned some movement from the boy, though it was little more than a turn of his head. breathing? "i dunno, am i?" he answered back with a scratchy croak of a voice.