This was high in the mountains, where glaciers and snowfields soared 
above me like palace walls. I climbed up onto a particularly steep slope and 
began pounding the snow with my tail until I started an avalanche. Millions of 
tons of ice and snow thundered down onto the lava flow, throwing up a 
tremendous blast of steam. For three days and nights I could not see the claws 
in front of my face for all of the steam, but on the third day it finally 
cleared away, and I saw a bridge of hardened lava running straight to that
black rock. I scampered across (to the extent that a dinosaur can scamper), 
snatched that golden feather, ran back, and stood in the snow for a while 
cooling my feet off. Then I marched back to the King of the Birds, who was, of 
course, astonished.