Hawkland is the perfect place for hawks. So much so, in fact, that it didn't take octopus, that had migrated across the river from Octopusland, too much time to evolve into hawk-like creatures, the males being octopus at birth, and perfect replicas of hawks in adulthood.
And hawktopus are born live, directly from the body of the mother, in isolated birthing pools. I make it a point never to eat or harm something that is born in this way. It is an indication of great intelligence and sacredness.
When I was young, another boy tried to kill one of the octopus mothers. I would not help him, but each time he dived into the pool, he would drown before he got to the bottom, and I would resuscitate him.
Would you say that makes me an accessory to the crime?
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