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7/30/2025, 6:43:06 AM
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>>58058630
>”I’m telling ya’, Dylan, ain’t seen nothing like it! Right over the farm.”
>”Just a HUGE hawk. Way too big to be from ‘ere, y’know? They get that big in Canada? Fly off from the zoo maybe?”
>”And there you have it, folks. That was our fourth caller today. Called in a few minutes ago, can you believe that?”
>”So, listeners, place your bets, are we getting punked again? Jame, you remember when-“
>You’ve heard enough.
>Nothing on social media or the news.
>But local radio couldn’t stop talking about it.
>Enough to warrant a check.
>You stuck to rooftops and backyards, leaping above power lines and over trees.
>Being midday, you were overly cautious at first.
>But so few people look up, it was almost cheating
>A combination of speed and heights kept you well out of sight.
>Silently, you landed on each roof before scuttling to the far edge and bounding to the next.
>Not as fast as sprinting, but you were fast than the vehicles shackled to the streets below.
>A bystander might assume you’d done this for years.
>It only took four falls from yesterday, but you got the hang of this.
>Reminded of the gouge on your leg, you paused your travel.
>Leaning against a warm, red-brick chimney, you examined your arms, legs, and paws.
>Unbelievable.
>You laughed and checked your body again.
>Not a scratch in sight, much less a scar.
>You’d expected they’d have stuck around for weeks.
>After treating yourself to a long, deep, breath of air, you continued.
>This just got better and better.
>Riding high from the adrenaline, it pained you to pause at the highway.
>Getting across would be no issue, but you’d certainly be seen.
>Train tracks ran across the highway a mile down, you played it safe and took the detour.
>You’re glad you did.
>The tracks ran through a forest and you took full advantage and tore down the path.
>Gravel flew into the air behind you, pinging off the metal rails and clacking into the wooden crossties.
>>58058630
>”I’m telling ya’, Dylan, ain’t seen nothing like it! Right over the farm.”
>”Just a HUGE hawk. Way too big to be from ‘ere, y’know? They get that big in Canada? Fly off from the zoo maybe?”
>”And there you have it, folks. That was our fourth caller today. Called in a few minutes ago, can you believe that?”
>”So, listeners, place your bets, are we getting punked again? Jame, you remember when-“
>You’ve heard enough.
>Nothing on social media or the news.
>But local radio couldn’t stop talking about it.
>Enough to warrant a check.
>You stuck to rooftops and backyards, leaping above power lines and over trees.
>Being midday, you were overly cautious at first.
>But so few people look up, it was almost cheating
>A combination of speed and heights kept you well out of sight.
>Silently, you landed on each roof before scuttling to the far edge and bounding to the next.
>Not as fast as sprinting, but you were fast than the vehicles shackled to the streets below.
>A bystander might assume you’d done this for years.
>It only took four falls from yesterday, but you got the hang of this.
>Reminded of the gouge on your leg, you paused your travel.
>Leaning against a warm, red-brick chimney, you examined your arms, legs, and paws.
>Unbelievable.
>You laughed and checked your body again.
>Not a scratch in sight, much less a scar.
>You’d expected they’d have stuck around for weeks.
>After treating yourself to a long, deep, breath of air, you continued.
>This just got better and better.
>Riding high from the adrenaline, it pained you to pause at the highway.
>Getting across would be no issue, but you’d certainly be seen.
>Train tracks ran across the highway a mile down, you played it safe and took the detour.
>You’re glad you did.
>The tracks ran through a forest and you took full advantage and tore down the path.
>Gravel flew into the air behind you, pinging off the metal rails and clacking into the wooden crossties.
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