There was just something about those stupid birds that bothered him. He couldn't tell it it was their beady little eyes, head bomb, or dumb little strut, but something rubbed him the wrong way.
It wasn't fear that got to him - but how they looked at him, almost gazed right through him. No matter where he walked, he could feel them, eyes on him. They could be strutting away from him, but he could still see their eyes, focused on him.
Maybe it was a sign. Maybe they wanted something. They were playing some sort of game with him.
Today he wasn't about to lose this staring contest.
He had been practicing for days at school for this. He was focused - ready.
He picked one out of the group and gazed at it - the battle had begun.
Oh, those little hands on his hips, and your descriptive words - I love it!
ReplyDeleteieyu, ilys!
i love this! i feel the same way! do not like those little palomas!
ReplyDeleteYou can see his determination! He WILL win.
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