Susan was the neighbourhood's old biddy and a fiercely
protective birder. In the woods where she lurked, spying on birds, Susan
flushed out teenagers caught smoking, drinking and carousing; she would upbraid
berry pickers and ball players and the owners of unruly dogs. She was killed,
while striding after a standard poodle and its owner, waving a bag of feces
before her, when a sugar maple branch fell and conked her right on the head.
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