. . . I turned over an overturned canoe and surprised a rouge-crested waterbird nesting underneath.
It shrank to the size of a hummingbird and took off flying, but vertically like a seahorse swims, and with propellers instead of wings. I pretended to run right, away from the flying bird, but it was only a fake-out. I fooled the poor bird completely, and when it made a sudden move in the other direction to avoid me, its neck snapped in half. The bird split in two, and the two parts kept on flying, like how frog legs keep jumping even after they're severed.
