"This is a crime scene. Forensic suits on please." Suitably dressed, the officers pushed through the polythene curtain. It was eerily silent. "Well doc, you got a cause of death for me?"
"Neck broken, some signs of struggle."
"Are they all the same?" The ME nodded. "This is a massacre. Who could have done this?"
"We're questioning someone now, Boss."
Detective Inspector Squires looked around at the dead bodies. "Okay lads, pick the one you want and we'll head back to the station and cook it."
"But they're still covered in feathers, Sir. And they're staring at us."
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