You decide to take your chances out in the field. You get up from the manure and book it across the field. The hawk's eyes zero in on your tiny figure. The field stretches out before you. You glance up to see the hawk diving in your direction. You look back where you're going and pump your legs harder. It's no use. The hawk reaches you before you are anywhere close to the other side of the field. The talons wrap around your body and the hawk lifts off again, triumphant. Your body lay limp in the massive bird's grip. You turn over what just happened in your mind. No, you think. No, it can't end this way. There has to be a way out of this. Then you see a ledge, with a nest. Tiny hawk beaks are poking out of the nest, squealing for food. The mother hawk, with you in her talons, approaches the nest. Your mind whirls as you scan the landscape. This might not be the end after all. The hawk lands in the nest and as the baby hawks turn to you hungrily you contemplate your options. You could climb down, but it would be such a long climb...it might take days to climb down! Or you could dislodge a leaf and try to glide back down, but the hawk could easily snatch you out of the air. Either way has its risks, but you know you can't just wait here to get eaten.
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