The emu lives. Not just any emu, that emu.
The same emu that a scratched and battered house painter named Jerry Gibson tried to lasso with an electrical drop cord a month ago after an hours-long chase through Rock Hill city streets.
The emu Gibson - and probably several others - thought was an ostrich, which prompted him to utter the unforgettable words: "That emu - they say it is an emu, so I guess it is - and me, we ain't done yet."
The same emu that eluded a posse of startled mothers, teenaged thrill-seekers, housewives in curlers and real cops - all chasing it until a strong-armed farmer named Bobby Mangrum threw a fishing net over the bird and wrestled it to the ground.
Mangrum was cut up that day by "that big toe in the front, the claw - it'll disembowel ya', you're not careful."