The Owl's Talons Sank in a Heap

G gargantua of the air staggered up into the tree tops and fell with a crash among the thick boughs of the spruce. Peter raised himself weakly, the severed leg of the owl dropping from his jaws. He was half blinded. Every muscle in his body seemed to be torn and bleeding. Yet in his discomfort, the thrilling conviction came to him that he had won. It was in the first graying light of july dawn that peter dragged himself up the rough side of a ridge and looked down into a narrow strip of plain on the other side.

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