Felicia laid out bird food onto the trunk, and could see that the eagle was holding her yellow scarf back. The eagle looked down at the food, and then looked at Felicia. “Really?” He asked. He was unimpressed with her negotiation skills. “I’d rather die of hunger than take your prize.” Felicia’s countenance switched from worry to anger, and so she walked right up to the bird, without fear. She looked it right in the eye, walked between it’s legs, and picked up her yellow scarf. “I’d rather be deaf than listen to your nonsense” She says to him, and leaves.