I've met a lot of animals. I'm talking a lot.
And I have come to the conclusion that this is not a normal bird. I'm not saying it's unhealthy, but, considering how weird everything else is going for me at the moment, I'm gonna conclude that this bird simply ain't normal.
It seems to empathise with me and my show of emotions. Man, I hate crying, and I do my best to blink the hot tears away lest I devolve into further drivel.
A wave of calm washes over me, it felt like a warm blanket being placed over my shoulders, or a hug from an old friend. I inhale deeply, and wipe my hands over my cheeks, refreshing my face.
The bird hops near me, and my attention snaps back to it. It almost seems like it's beckoning me, wanting me to approach it, maybe to pat it? I reach an arm out, before exclaiming a grunting gasp as it steals my glove straight off my hand!
"Oi, you little shit, get back here with that!" I shout after a moment of recovering from my surprise, jumping up from my crouch and scrambling after the bird.
It deftly stays just out of my reach, and I pause for a moment and shake my head in disbelief. At this stage, what have I got to lose?
I follow the damn bird.
And I have come to the conclusion that this is not a normal bird. I'm not saying it's unhealthy, but, considering how weird everything else is going for me at the moment, I'm gonna conclude that this bird simply ain't normal.
It seems to empathise with me and my show of emotions. Man, I hate crying, and I do my best to blink the hot tears away lest I devolve into further drivel.
A wave of calm washes over me, it felt like a warm blanket being placed over my shoulders, or a hug from an old friend. I inhale deeply, and wipe my hands over my cheeks, refreshing my face.
The bird hops near me, and my attention snaps back to it. It almost seems like it's beckoning me, wanting me to approach it, maybe to pat it? I reach an arm out, before exclaiming a grunting gasp as it steals my glove straight off my hand!
"Oi, you little shit, get back here with that!" I shout after a moment of recovering from my surprise, jumping up from my crouch and scrambling after the bird.
It deftly stays just out of my reach, and I pause for a moment and shake my head in disbelief. At this stage, what have I got to lose?
I follow the damn bird.
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