Big Salmon Lake runaway

fish bones? fish don't have bones! if they had bones you'd choke with your little neck! chattered the vulture where he sat upon the lake's edge.

across from him, standing tall among the shallows, a heron. the clattering of that long, piercing, lancing beak is accompanied by a hurried whistle.

leave me be! there's no marrow here for you. It opens its wings and tries to look big, but there's no contending with the bulk of the well-fed ferryman.

while arguing, the two birds were thoroughly distracted by one another and did not yet notice the wolf.