As daylight fell, the terrible Miniraptor Septolingualis, vulgarly called “the Birdcatcher,” set up its hunting den in a fragrant undergrowth of prunus and ferns, protruded its predatory organ to the utmost between the gaps in the dense brushwoods, a kind of in-twisted and extensible beak-like glottis, with the disheartening result that the other rare species in the territory, instead of being enveloped in its coils, rested there placidly, in the cool of the evening.
