It’s a little kid. Two huge, yellow, bigheaded birds follow the kid, pecking and cawing. The kid bats at them in a distinctly little-kid way, begging them to stop. Jess rushes forward, whipping at the birds with the blanket from her shoulders. They squawk at her, and for a second, Jess thinks she sees what looks like human teeth in their clown-orange beaks. Then, thankfully, they disappear back into the bushes.
