EARL'S CURIOUS NATURE ABOUT BIRDS DREW HIS ARM INTO HARM'S WAY AND HE TOLD HIS GUIDE TO PROCURE HIS VODKA TO CLEANSE THE TALON WOUNDS. THE BLEEDING WAS PROFUSE AND EARL GREW FAINT, HOWEVER THE SIGHT OF THE RARE PLUMAGE AND THE ODD BEAK REINVIGORATED HIM. AFTER A FEW MOMENTS OF REST AND SOME ASTRINGENTS APPLIED BY HIS GUIDE AND AN ELDER, EARL WAS TOTALLY REHABILITATED AND WONDERED IF THEY SHOULDN'T GO DEEPER INTO THE BASIN TO SEEK THE BIRD'S MATE, IF INDEED, SUCH A MATE EXISTED. "What's the big deal?" Asked Caroline, Earl's photographer. "Like it's not like you haven't seen similar birds," she sighed in what was an obvious display of irritation. After fifteen days in the heart of the Amazon, Caroline was ready to head back to the city. What's more, having dropped the camera and all the equipment while crossing a shallow rapids, she had nothing to do but swat flies and gnats.
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