Your peregrine falcon is delivered fresh from the taxidermist with its wings spread. It looks fantastic, and you are elated at being given the bird. Unfortunately, it smells of formaldehyde which soon overcomes you. You pass out, and the peregrine falcon attacks by toppling onto you. Its beak hits you perfectly to put you permanently out of your misery.
I wish for real Italian spaghetti to go with my garlic ice cream.
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