Early sunlight glittered gold on the leaves. Big Meg woke when a slight rise in temperature told him it was time to move. He raised his head to taste the air. It was still cool and a slight breeze carried smells to his flickering tongue. His ears picked out no sound other than the rustle of leaves and the creak of branches high above the ground. His head swiveled, the folds and wattles of his neck that served as camouflage shifted as he did. He decided it was safe to move and that it was early enough to find food.
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