The magpie chattered "chick-chick-chick". Why did it get startled but never fly away? Aha! That's a feather in flied here with the wind. OK! So it flied from there... Here two more feathers are... Hurrah! Here a cock-duck lies. The magpie has already started pecking it. But the answer is lemon! The cock-duck is mine!
The instinct, the very call of the wild faultlessly helped me. I don't know how my ancient ancestors had consumed their prey but I ate it red including bones and feathers. I only fell down on flight feathers and the beak but all the rest was consumed.