“now, let me just have a minute or two here on this bench will you?  me and this little bottle i’m about to take a sip from are going for a ride”, the old man set the bottle down and vigorously rubbed his knees with his hands for a moment, closed his eyes for a moment more as he took hold of the bottle and unscrewed the cap, a sip turned to a gulp and his eyes turned glassy at the last moment before he first faded and then disappeared into the wet night air.  only the frog sitting at her feet had heard the final wingbeat of flight, and he was too scared to have seen the eagle from behind, headed east.