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The harpies back off.
Then, to my surprise,
some of them bring out sticks of wood and tinder,
and their leader brings out from his low-slung satchel
gripping with his long thin fingers like chopsticks
a triangle-shaped slab of flint.
He puts it down on the ground and made a trilling noise.
Then he begins to strike at the flint with his talons,
until the tinder ignites, and the other harpies kneel down
to blow on it to make a fire.
The harpy leader turns to me
and gives me such a Look,
as if saying
"You thought you were so cool
thinking you invented fire, didn't you?"
All right, that's it.
You want summa dis?
I raise my fists.
Ya wanna start something, Birdy McSmugFace?!
He just gives me a cackling laugh,
flaps his wings,
and then all of them just leave.
At some point during this,
Official had somehow gotten down from the tree.
He gives me a placating pat on the knee.
"... let's just go home."
We leave the fire burning on the beach.