I looked down, planning my path of descent. Every move I made was crucial to my line-up. Yes! I saw the moist, crushed pile of leaves I was instructed to land on. All that was left was to align my paraglider a tad bit to the right. One move and everything could go wrong. Damn! I pulled the left string and it slid me off course. CRASH! Landing on a tree trunk isn't exactly the best idea in the world. Suddenly, I heard a familiar noise. SQUAWK! I looked up in fear. The eagle came down beak first and, and...