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She'd just scooped up a mouthful, immensely pleased with this scheme she'd latched onto, when Towhee booped her and left.  She watched her go, but that distraction gave Fig enough time to thwart her.  He pounced on her ear and startled her into opening her mouth, dropping the bit that had been locked and loaded for delivery onto his head.

Well, that plan was forgotten!  She fell over sideways and nommed for his face back, but couldn't reach.  Augh!  Darn her neck range and nubby muzzle!