That night, someone stealthily approached Yelling Bird out of the shadows. Yelling Bird, however, was uncharacteristically silent. The killer, bent on sealing Yelling Bird's fate found that he was already too late. Yelling Bird had been stuffed into an empty liquor bottle, and the bottle was capped so tightly that no amount of fucking could free Yelling Bird.
In the morning, the survivors found the bottle that killed Yelling Bird, who, despite his eloquence, was merely an ordinary dickcissel.
It is now Day 2.