She had taken her five children to the park. While they frolicked on the green grass, she saw him again. He was watching her children's every move. Frightened, she called them to her, and hurried them to a safer enviornment.

The next day she took them berry hunting. Again they all were having a wonderful family outing. Again he showed up and was watching them. What was she to do? she worried. The children were near teenage and everyone knows you can't control every danger that comes in a teenager's life. How was she to keep them safe?

Each day she took the children for a family venture. Sometimes back to the park. Sometimes going for food. And sometimes just a walk across the street. Each day the stalker would come. She fretted and worried herself into a dither. The more she tried to control the situation, the children as often children do, tried to be free of that control.

The stalker remained a constant reminder of the dangers in the world around them. The teenagers were not paying heed to their mother's warnings.

One day, the stalker's patient vigil paid off. One of the children wandered away from the rest. The stalker put his head forward and ran in a straight line to him. Quick as a flash there was one less quail in the family. The roadrunner had gotten his reward for his diligent pursuit of the quail family.