09-29-2019, 08:46 AM
[size=10pt]Jaws likes to think he's exempt from whatever initiation ritual is inflicted upon newcomers. He's only a pigeon, anyways, though he would very much like to believe otherwise ... even if he felt bothered enough to respect their borders or Customs and Immigration--whatever they have--who's going to stop and pat down a fat old pigeon? Nobody. For this reason, Jaws considers himself above the petty laws of cats and dogs.
Well, someone like him might not quite fit in in a musty old swamp, but most cats tend to be dim-witted, despite their sharp eyes. He looks like someone's next meal--some hungry mange isn't going to be thinking about how strange it is to see a pigeon in a swamp when they're swiping at him. He wonders if other birds think so hard about things like this. He's seen the hassle it is to be confronted by the authorities, and he would love to avoid it at all costs. All he has to do is keep his fat mouth shut and keep hopping from dead branch to dead branch ...
As he's flying, suddenly there's a cramp in his left wing. And, well, what else is he supposed to do but scream in pure terrror and drop to the ground?
Or not the ground.
Jaws bellyflops straight into the swamp and gets a lovely mouthful of watered-down elephant's foot.
"FUCK."
Ugh, now he's covered in it. What is he going to do? He can't fly like this, covered in pollution and nuclear waste. Nevermind that, the cramp in his wing seems to have gotten worse ... he doesn't think it's a cramp anymore. He might have fractured something upon impact.
Curse these stupid, fragile bird bones of his.
Well, someone like him might not quite fit in in a musty old swamp, but most cats tend to be dim-witted, despite their sharp eyes. He looks like someone's next meal--some hungry mange isn't going to be thinking about how strange it is to see a pigeon in a swamp when they're swiping at him. He wonders if other birds think so hard about things like this. He's seen the hassle it is to be confronted by the authorities, and he would love to avoid it at all costs. All he has to do is keep his fat mouth shut and keep hopping from dead branch to dead branch ...
As he's flying, suddenly there's a cramp in his left wing. And, well, what else is he supposed to do but scream in pure terrror and drop to the ground?
Or not the ground.
Jaws bellyflops straight into the swamp and gets a lovely mouthful of watered-down elephant's foot.
"FUCK."
Ugh, now he's covered in it. What is he going to do? He can't fly like this, covered in pollution and nuclear waste. Nevermind that, the cramp in his wing seems to have gotten worse ... he doesn't think it's a cramp anymore. He might have fractured something upon impact.
Curse these stupid, fragile bird bones of his.