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 The new day rose with a cold, golden sun.

 Atop a small rock sat a brown rat, no bigger than a child’s shoe. It was a miniscule creature of very little importance, but it still had a life. So, it got on with its morning.

 Skittering off the frost-slick stone, he passed a pair of chickadees in a heated argument over a berry. It must have been a special berry to cause such a ruckus. So the rat ran between them and picked it for himself, stuffing it into his cheeks with a look before running away.

 It was not a special berry, just as he was not a special rat. But it tasted sweet just the same.

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 Having wings allowed the great raptor to range far and wide. Since falling from the sky, the eagle had taken the time to scout huge swaths of land, coasting along wind currents. The mild sprain in his wing remained sore, not helped by the eagle's continued overuse of the joint.
 It was in the morning air that he decided to descend. Dew still coated the grass and brush in the hills. Small animals scurried as they caught sight of the eagle's shadow, responding to an ancient fear that had thus far kept them alive.
 The eagle could hear a pair of small birds chattering over something. He spotted the rat, and flew down quickly, taking the distraction as a welcome opportunity. The rat collected its loot. The birds, focused on the thief, noticed the predator too late. Both of them flew upward in a frenzy to attempt escape, but the eagle captured one in his hooked talons. The animal was killed instantly, and the eagle landed to consume his prize.
 The rat was mere feet away.

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 Rats were not known for their ability to scream, but he managed a hearty version of a final girl shriek.

 Effectively skewered, one tripod bird-foot twitched before its black eyes glossed over. Breakfast forgotten in lieu of someone else’s, Ratthew wailed.

 “MURDER. MURDERER. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

 He did this instead of run.

 Unfortunately, Ratthew was not a very smart rat.

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Whatever version of a shriek that rodents could perform was usually lost on other animals. Their voices were so high, they ran far above the level of sound that many animals paid attention to. There were several exceptions. Unfortunately, the golden eagle was one of them. This meant that as the nearby rat wailed in distress for no reason at all, he could hear every terrible note of it.

Vaguely annoyed, the eagle eyed the diminutive beast and clicked his beak. He held the small bird to the ground with one foot. He said nothing, hoping the animal might leave him alone or otherwise slink into the background. On the ground, he had no chance of killing it. He pinned his prize and pulled a piece from it, swallowing whole and staring openly at the rat.

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 All sound ceased when the bird snapped its head around. 

 The rat, having not been faced with many homicidal stares in his life, nor the gulping slaughter of a neighbor, shat himself. The oval turd plinked onto the rock behind him.

 And then he ran away.

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pls feel free to chase or we can end here, whatever your preference!

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There's an opening here without a chase but as always you're free to end or just archive as is 

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As he swallowed the rest of the feathered hunt in its entirety, the little rodent ran from him. He decided quickly that any effort to chase it would be of waste. However, he was a curious animal, and so he bounced forward as a songbird might upon his heavy taloned legs.

Creeping toward where the rat had been, he noticed the strange, foreign excrement it had made. These pellets amused the feathered predator. His own were dully liquid and white in nature. Intrigued, the eagle picked up a pellet with his beak for a moment, and moved it around. He dropped it, and kicked it with his foot like he was playing ball.

It was all absurd, and thankfully, none were near to witness such a spectacle.

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