Poaching Moa

by dschapman

Hokioi, the red-crested man-hunting Haast’s Eagle of the river valley, sunk his 5-inch hallux-claw into the back of my spine and paralyzed me instantly. That is what you get for believing in island gigantism.

“Dear God,” I said, falling to my death against the rocks of the ocean’s edge below, “I would like to work in television advertising. Please give me a job in television advertising.”