I had no idea what hit me, so I instinctively shot a bolt of lightning into the thing grabbing me. The only reaction I got was to be banged against the tree trunk a few times.“There is a dead bird in the fourth circle.” Gregory’s voice was ominous. I didn’t have to feign surprise. What the hell was he talking about? Was this some secret agent code? Should I respond cryptically that the brown bull tap dances in May? Instead I just looked at him blankly and wondered why he was so angry? He banged me against the tree a few more times, as if he was trying to smack the answer out of me. “So we’re back to violence now, are we?” I asked him. “What happened to Make-Me-A-Sandwich Angel? I liked him better.”That bought me a whack against the tree that practically knocked me unconscious. For a moment, there were two of him in my vision. Not a reassuring sight.“Why a dead bird? What does it mean and how did you get it there?” I still had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.
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