Another XAT.
It happened so fast -- the awful screech, the flash of black, the fluttering of feathers. Then, Diane turned to see her beloved Marsala mortally wounded and lying on the ground. She rushed to his side.
"Il pollo," he whispered, gasping for air. "Il pollo diavolo."
***
Dr. Picata greeted Diane as she entered his office. "Miss Marbella, do come in and sit down." She sat slowly, clutching a handkerchief, and he took his chair, opening a large file.
"Miss Marbella, I have reviewed the entire matter. What happened is indeed rare, but there are similar cases, especially one reported by a M. Tetrazini in 1855. You see, the Acona breed can be very aggressive when threatened. Some rural Italian folk, especially among the Parmesans, even have legends of those ‘possessed by evil spirits’."
Diane dabbed her eyes.
"But," said Picata, lighting his pipe, "I understand they make a very good cacciatore."
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