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Two vultures had been sitting for days on a branch of their favourite tree way out in the wastelands of a stoney desert.
The tree had died of thirst many years since, all that was left was the desiccated trunk and one single branch.
The shimmering heat haze playing over the rough ground was particularly intense this day.
One vulture looked intently into the eyes of his compatriot and exclaimed ............










































"Patience my arse, I'm gonna kill something"!