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That
bag
.
That
sliding
bag
.
"
Smalley
!
"
I
shouted
.
"
Look
out
'
Heads
up
!
"
In
the
general
confusion
,
he
never
heard
me
.
The
bag
teetered
,
then
fell
.
It
struck
him
squarely
on-the
head
.
He
went
down
hard
,
catching
his
jaw
on
the
shelf
that
ran
below
the
show
window
.
One
of
the
albino
flying
things
was
squirming
its
way
through
the
jagged
hole
in
the
glass
.
I
could
hear
the
soft
scraping
sound
that
it
made
,
now
that
some
of
the
screaming
had
stopped
.
Its
red
eyes
glittered
in
its
triangular
head
,
which
was
slightly
cocked
to
one
side
.
A
heavy
,
hooked
beak
opened
and
closed
rapaciously
.
It
looked
a
bit
like
the
paintings
of
pterodactyls
you
may
have
seen
in
the
dinosaur
books
,
more
like
something
out
of
a
lunatic
's
nightmare
.
I
grabbed
one
of
the
torches
and
slam-dunked
it
into
a
can
of
charcoal
lighter
fluid
,
tipping
it
over
and
spilling
a
pool
of
the
stuff
across
the
floor
.
The
flying
creature
paused
on
top
of
the
lawn-Food
bags
,
glaring
around
,
shifting
slowly
and
malignantly
from
one
taloned
foot
to
,
the
other
.
It
was
a
stupid
creature
,
I
am
quite
sure
of
that
.
Twice
it
tried
to
spread
its
wings
,
which
struck
the
walls
and
then
folded
themselves
over
its
hunched
back
like
the
wings
of
a
griffin
.
The
third
time
it
tried
,
it
lost
its
balance
and
fell
clumsily
from
its
perch
,
still
trying
to
spread
its
wings
.
It
landed
on
Tom
Smalley
's
back
.
One
flex
of
its
claws
and
Tom
's
shirt
ripped
wide
open
.
Blood
began
to
flow
.
I
was
there
,
less
than
three
feet
away
,
My
torch
was
dripping
lighter
fluid
.
I
was
emotionally
pumped
up
to
kill
it
if
I
could
...
and
then
realized
I
had
no
matches
to
light
it
with
.
I
had
used
the
last
one
lighting
a
cigar
for
Mr.
McVey
an
hour
ago
.
The
place
was
in
pandemonium
now
.
People
had
seen
the
thing
roosting
on
Smalley
's
back
,
something
no
one
in
the
world
had
seen
before
.
It
darted
its
head
forward
at
a
questing
angle
,
and
tore
a
chunk
of
meat
from
the
back
of
Smalley
's
neck
.
