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He
tapped
the
barrel
of
the
gun
on
the
window
,
his
face
set
in
a
nearly
masklike
expression
of
distaste
.
The
speed
of
the
creatures
'
wings
increased
until
they
were
only
a
blur-if
you
had
n't
known
,
you
might
have
believed
they
were
n't
winged
creatures
at
all
.
Then
they
simply
flew
away
.
Some
of
the
others
saw
what
Ollie
had
done
and
got
the
idea
.
They
used
the
mop
handles
to
tap
on
the
windows
.
The
things
flew
away
,
but
came
right
back
.
Apparently
they
had
no
more
brains
than
your
average
housefly
,
either
.
The
near-panic
dissolved
in
a
babble
of
conversation
.
I
heard
someone
asking
someone
else
what
he
thought
those
things
would
do
if
they
landed
on
you
.
That
was
a
question
I
had
no
interest
in
seeing
answered
.
The
tapping
on
the
windows
began
to
die
away
.
Ollie
turned
toward
me
and
started
to
say
something
,
but
before
he
could
do
more
than
open
his
mouth
,
something
came
out
of
the
fog
and
snatched
one
of
the
crawling
things
off
the
glass
.
I
think
I
screamed
.
I
'm
not
sure
.
It
was
a
flying
thing
.
Beyond
that
I
could
not
have
said
for
sure
.
The
fog
appeared
to
darken
in
exactly
the
way
Ollie
had
described
,
only
the
dark
smutch
did
n't
fade
away
;
it
solidified
into
something
with
flapping
,
leathery
wings
,
an
albino-white
body
,
and
reddish
eyes
.
It
thudded
into
the
glass
hard
enough
to
make
it
shiver
.
Its
beak
opened
.
It
scooped
the
pink
thing
in
and
was
gone
.
The
whole
incident
took
no
more
than
five
seconds
.
I
had
a
bare
final
impression
of
the
pink
thing
wiggling
and
flapping
as
it
went
down
the
hatch
,
the
way
a
small
fish
will
wiggle
and
flap
in
the
beak
of
a
seagull
.
Now
there
was
another
thud
,
and
yet
another
.
People
began
screaming
again
,
and
there
was
a
stampede
toward
the
back
of
the
store
.
Then
there
was
a
more
piercing
scream
,
one
of
pain
,
and
Ollie
said
,
"
Oh
my
God
,
that
old
lady
fell
down
and
they
just
ran
over
her
.
"
He
ran
back
through
the
checkout
aisle
.
I
turned
to
follow
,
and
then
I
saw
something
that
stopped
me
dead
where
I
was
standing
.
High
up
and
to
my
right
,
one
of
the
lawn-food
bags
was
sliding
slowly
backward
.
Tom
Smalley
was
right
under
it
,
staring
out
into
the
mist
through
his
loophole
.
Another
of
the
pink
bugs
landed
on
the
thick
plate
glass
of
the
loophole
where
Ollie
and
I
had
been
standing
.
One
of
the
flying
things
swooped
down
and
grabbed
it
.
The
old
woman
who
had
been
trampled
went
on
screaming
in
a
shrill
,
cracked
voice
.
