“& you promise you won’t do anything bad gainst the other birds, ¿yeah?” said the grouse as he held a slightly crumpled sheet.
“I promise they’ll be allowed to do whatever they need, unbothered by us,” said the robed figure. She shook the sack in her hand up & down.
The grouse paused for a moment, eyes hanging on the ground. Then he held the paper out & took the bag.
They parted, each examining their winning: the grouse’s, a bag o’ rare platinum feathers; the hooded figure, the deed to a popular plot for grouses in Wasabi Woods.