Out of the corner of his eye he could see it: the bird had Found him. Continuing to beat his wings violently, managing to continue flying in a straight line (despite the feeling of fear), the wasp thought about how he could outrun this situation. He had been in many close shaves before, but none quite so close as this.
He knew the bird would strike at any moment, lunging at him with its rapid-sharp beak…
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