Stryge



Eggs popped and squished under the hobnailed toe. Goo and bits of pink embryo ran onto sticks and yellow needles. Under the darkening pines, someone cursed.

"Bugger it, Bertholdt, watch it. Those are delicious."

The bearded Bertholdt lifted his foot, stared at a remnant of egg and nest sticking to his steel toe. "Well, Daetne, I've gone and stepped in delicious, then. Not my fault the idiot birds lay eggs on the ground."


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