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"Don't say that!" shrilled the mini-Mensah.
"It's hostile fauna. It just tried to attack you," I said, standing between them. The fauna strutted back and forth, feathers spiky and gold eye glaring. It was almost as big as my small human.
“He’s just guarding his flock,” they protested. “Yes, he’s mean, and scarred-looking, and spur-whips you if you come close, but— he’s always gentle with the hens and chicks! He’d give his life to protect them,” they cried, “and almost has, before! Oh, SecUnit, say you understand!”
I opened my mouth, and shut it. Despite myself, I found I did.