Angry Bird

Angry Bird

If looks can kill, survival would be a whole lot easier, but that brings me to today when the angry look failed. I strutted through the forest (it was the kind of forest that gives you the shivers, the sun shines through the leaves and the fog glows in the dawn.) I could feel the forest floor soften under foot as something rustled in the nearby bush, I pecked around at the forest floor and stopped suddenly hearing the noise again.

Looking around I couldn't see anything because the fog was too thick to see a few feet ahead of be. Unable to move I could feel something breathing down my feathery neck, I turned around to see something I wish I didn’t see: it was a green, scaley snake looking me evilly in the eye.

I made a decision in the blink of an eye: stare at him. After what seemed like hours, the snake looked at me strangely a slipped off. I followed the snake full of curiosity. Flying through the old misty forest, the trees clawing me as I flew past. The snake suddenly stopped and stared like some had put him on freeze. Without realising I was still flying I ran into something old, something rickety, rickety as in it’s going to fall apart any second now.

Crash!Bang! The snake and I winced as the building broke. I thought that was it but it wasn’t it, a wolfhound bounded out an howled, “ what is it boy?” asked one of the men that just came back from hunting. I used my angry face power for a few minutes. Come on….. Come on….. The wolf and the snake were having the fight of their life, while I was staring and staring and staring.

The snake lost and and slipped off, now it was up to me. It was now or never… SKWORK!!!! The angry look failed, the vicious wolf had bitten me. That was the end of the angry look.  Frighted after the bite a stubbled back into the forest wishing I would never see that wolfhound again.