She wanted to stop and make friends with the shoebill, a super-stork, apparently carved in shining metal, with a bill like an enormous slipper, eyes like the hundredth- part-of-a-second stop in a Kodak, and feet that tested each new tuft of grass on the lawn, as if it were a specimen of some hitherto undiscovered thing.
"It Happened in Egypt"
C. N. Williamson A. M. Williamson
Hastily I rushed her out into the garden, where the shoebill regarded her with one eye of prehistoric wisdom.
"It Happened in Egypt"
C. N. Williamson A. M. Williamson