He scrambled futilely against the sides of his prison, flapping his sodden wings uselessly in an attempt to gain flight.

He'd known that time was running out for him. Indeed, he'd wondered what he'd done wrong that Athena wouldn't take him up into the skies beyond the sky where he could rest at last. He had hoped that he would pass into that new realm with his work in this life complete, but it seemed that he was doomed to fail this one last task.

Errol's passing was not discovered until lunchtime, when he was served up in the soup.

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