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Clara’s feathers rippled in the July heat as she stood over her massive backyard grill. Today was the Fourth of July, and the majestic, anthropomorphic bald eagle was in her absolute element. Sizzling on the grates was a carnivore’s dream: thick T-bone steaks, juicy burgers, and plump hot dogs. She flipped the meats with practiced precision, her sharp golden eyes gleaming with hunger. This was her solo cookout—a private sanctuary. Only a select few of her closest friends were invited, and they hadn't arrived yet. Anyone else was trespassing on sacred ground. ​Clara valued her peace, a commodity constantly threatened by her obnoxious, loud neighbors. Just as she laid down a fresh batch of patties, a raucous laugh shattered the afternoon air. It was Todd, the neighborhood nuisance, stumbling over her pristine fence uninvited, looking for a free beer. Clara’s beak curved into a dangerous, predatory smile. Her sharp vision locked onto him; he had crossed the line. ​Before Todd could even utter a greeting, Clara dropped her spatula. In a blur of powerful feathers and terrifying speed, she lunged. Her massive beak opened wide, defying normal anatomy as she stuffed the annoying neighbor inside headfirst. Todd slid down her throat with a wet, heavy gulp. A prominent bulge traveled down her sleek neck and settled into her swelling, satisfied stomach. She patted her midsection, letting out a soft, content rumble. Peaceful silence returned to the yard. Clara picked up her spatula, smiling as she went back to flipping her steaks.