Christmas Hill Run

“The kid had wandered off near the base of Christmas Hill, chasing something—maybe a rabbit, maybe just curiosity. Witnesses said a huge eagle swooped down and lifted her clean off the ground before anyone could react. Searchers scoured the hill all day, expecting the worst, until someone spotted her calmly sitting at the summit, legs dangling over the rock. She wasn’t crying, wasn’t scared—just holding an eagle feather and staring out over the valley. No one could explain how she got there without a scratch, and she never told.”