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(Yes, I do agree) It was the next day, and the wind blew away the last cinders of Wailts fire. Said feathery thing slowly raised to its feet. The world wavered before his eyes, and his stomach growled loudly. He could not hunt long. He needed food soon! He stuck his arms into the feathery ball surrounding his being and searched around for the boomerang he knew he kept there. He slowly started walking, avoiding the lumpy forest, and watching out for any stray birds. There! A black crowwas felled, and Wailt hurried over, carefully pulling all the delicate soft feathers from the bird. As soon as the last usable feather was off the dead thing he ate it, already wondering where to place all the wonderful feathers he had harvested from the crow.Another bird landed some distance away, and it too was going to fall. Birds birds birds and more birds and if he couldn't find anymore birds or eat anymore birds, he woulc go after the mysterious lumpy explorer.

*I walk around the forest and yells for help one more time"Help!...Someone"

Wailt has already wandered far from the lumpy forest when he hears something yell for help. It makes him pause. Maybe it will mean food, or even better, feathers. The cane agrees with him, and together they stalk towards the cry for help. So many new things going on... He didn't know if it meant food yet, but if it did it would be a welcome sight. The Beefalo's were rapidly declining in numbers, as were the rabbits, and he had to eat something!

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