Some turkeys in a tree found refuge from assault.
A fox surveyed this citadel of wary fowl and cried, “You can’t defy the food chain, fools! I swear by all the gods, you’ll be my meal!” —This prophecy came true.
The brilliant moonlight seemed at first to give the turkeys an advantage; but the fox, a villainous, inveterate besieger, turned to account his visibility. He capered and cavorted on hind legs, played dead and played resuscitated, swished his tail mesmerically, and feigned to climb the tree. At this unparalleled display of histrionic skill, the turkeys stared in terror and amazement. None dared sleep. Bedazzled and exhausted, one by one they lost their grip and tumbled from their perch.
The fox collected them and took them home and put them in his cellar with the scotch.
We walk into the danger that we watch.