Short Story #4

The following story was found in an old cigar box, under a cinder block beside an abandoned barn behind my house, written on the back of an empty manilla envelope:

Once upon a time there was a baby buzzard named Jules. He enjoyed his life in Death Valley, keeping the desert clean. You see, he suffered from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and everything in his life had to be just so. Anything that appeared to be out of place had to go. Every day he would ride the thermals looking for something that wasn't there the day before. And this day was like no other. There between the big rock that looked like a ranger hat and the lone cactus was a jack rabbit. Or should I say, the day before, it had been a jack rabbit. Today, it was just a lump of fur and decaying flesh. Or, as Jules like to call it, carrion. (He had just learned the word, and enjoyed saying it over and over.)
So, true to his nature, Jules couldn't just swoop down to get his breakfast. No, he had to circle. But the circle had to be just right. He would circle and circle and circle, ever lower and ever more perfect. Some days, this took him half an hour or more. But that was okay with Jules, because he felt obsessively, compulsively satisfied in a job well done. And beside, it gave his breakfast a good chance to warm up in the morning sun.
But today, something different happened. When he lit on the rock that looked like a ranger hat, there was a sound that gave his heart a stir.....

Here, the manuscript breaks off and the original page is torn and waterlogged...
The story picks up here, in progress...

So with that, Jules turned to his new friend and said, "Well that pretty much explains everything!"
"Yup!" said Walter with his slow drawl, spitting for emphasis. "You can never trust a jack rabbit any farther than you can throw him!"
Then without warning a scent wafted through Jules' keen nostrils. It was a new scent, but with the familiar tang that told him dinner would come early.

The End.

I don't know what to make of the story, I hope one day, I run across the middle section.