|This isn't me. From here...|
I stopped and looked at him sadly.
"Caww!" He said. Note, please, the excitement he said it in.
"I'm sorry," I replied. "I don't speak vulture."
"Caww!" He repeated. I shook my head again, and he pulled a knife from his feathers, waving it unsteadily in my direction.
"Caww! Give me your wallet!" He demanded.
"You bastard!" I yelled. "You spoke English the whole time! Where's the nearest train station?"
"Caww! Wallet!" He yelled.
I was bored, and began walking again. As I passed the vulture, he lunged at me with the knife. Fortunately, he had no hands, so the stab had no force. Dropping the knife, he looked embarrassed and retreated behind a nearby rock.
After a few seconds, the bitter-sweet noise of animal crying filled the air. I too became embarrassed, and set off again on my journey.