He watched as the shipping container fell 80 feet from the crane and crashed down onto the docks. As he trotted towards the emergency, assessing each safety issue along the way, he wondered what had caused the rocking motion. The air was still, not even a breeze. In fact, now that he thought about it, there weren’t even any gulls around.

He peered into the container. The container peered back.

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