The Feeder spat out another mouthful of feathers, these olive green with a trace of red, and settled down to wait. The bumps on its tongue were lozenge-shaped, pointed on one end, and handsomely striped in white and gray. This planet's biota were ripe for the plucking, and
so dumb!
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