VULTURES
Once there was a vulture that pecked my feet. He already had torn my shoes and stockings and
now he pecked my feet.He always threw a peck, he flew around in restless circles and then the work continued.
A gentleman happened by, looked at us awhile and asked my I tolerated the vulture.
I told him -I am defenseless. He came and he began to peck me, Iwanted to frighten him and evn was planning to die, but these amimals are very strong and he wanted to jump to my face.I
preferred to sacrifice my feet.Now the pieces are almost done- The gentleman said- do not allow
him to torture you, throw him, and the vulture will give up-Does it seem so?- I asked- Do you want to take care of the issue? -The delighted gentleman said; - I don't have more than to go home to look for my rifle, are you able to wait a half hour more? - I don't know - Iresponded, and for an instant I was rigit with pain; Afterwards I added: - If you please, try any way.
-Okay - the gentleman said, - I am going to hurry.
The vulture had listened to our dialoge calmly and he missed thje look between the gentleman
and I. Now I saw that he had understood everything: He flew a little , he moved back to
achieve the necessary impetus and as an athlete that throws the javelin, he inserted his beak
deep into my mouth. I felt like a liberaion when falling backwards; Then in my blood, he satisfied all of his depths and he flooded all of his banks, the vulture irreparably drowned