"Hey, Duggie. Did you see that bird?" I say.
"No," Duggie turns his head round fast and looks down the path behind us, "where is she?"
"No! A bird in the sky, you prune!" I say.
"No," says Duggie.
"Well it just dive-bombed your sarnies while you were whistling."
"Oh, err. It's dead!" says Duggie, searching through his knapsack.
"Maybe it didn't like the tune," I say.
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