We took off leaving our coracle to the inhabitants of the Delta. After a bit of flying we landed in a clearing near the parking lot were the truck is. We hid in the nearest bushes. Quite soon a human lumbered out of the truck. He ate some weird bread with what appeared to be meat on it. Then he changed out of pyjamas, brushed his teeth, and when he was almost ready for departure he opened the back of his truck to check. There was a list of items and a pen in his hand. He doubled checked everything, and seemed ready to depart.
Suddenly all the Delta birds from the bushes flew towards him making a horrible din. As he turned to see what the commotion was about, we flew into the truck. From behind a crate of deluxe wet-wipes I saw the stork returning from the nearest rice field with something in his beak. He swooped down over the human, and dropped something on his head. The human started screatching. Whatever it was, hopped away. Then the friendly Delta inhabitants left. The human recovered fast enough, closed his truck and drove off.
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