In a local sporting goods store, you may feel a disquieting, creepy stare on the back of your neck. You whirl around and at first you think there is nothing there, but as you look closer, you realize that the horrifying visage of
Herky the Hawk is watching you from camouflaged concealment. Slowly, you back away, trying to keep it in sight while avoiding meeting its eyes, and somehow it seems to follow you all the way to to the door.
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