Bird Meets Cat
There once was a bird who lived in a tree next to a house. The bird was happy, eating berries from the trees and worms from the mossy ground. And the bird had his friends, a "flock," as the two-leggers called it.
But from a young age the bird was different from the rest of the flock. You see, when it was still just a chick it had eaten seeds from a bird feeder that were bad, seeds that had poison meant to kill insects. But the poison didn't kill the bird. Instead, it made the bird's legs shorter than the other birds', and the bird's beak was round instead of pointy, like the other birds', and the bird's feathers were not as strong and were shorter than the other birds'.
But the bird did as best as he could.
One day, after having his fill of fermented holly berries from the tree next to the house, and after playfully landing bird-turds onto the shiny car in the driveway, he flew to the rain-soaked ground in search of worms. But he knew it was risky.
As the bird was hungrily chomping on a juicy worm, something was watching.
The cat approached slowly at first, paused, and then quickly pounced, grabbing the bird's stunted tail between it's sharp-teethed jaws. But the bird wriggled away.
The cat persisted, and bit again. The bird tried to defend, poking at the cat's eyes with it's dull beak, and scurrying with it's short legs. Somehow, the bird again escaped the cat's determined clutches.
The bird tried to fly away, something he knew the cat could not do. But the bird's deformed wings were too slow to respond quick enough. The cat came again and this time clamped down decisively.
The bird lay helplessly between the drooling jaws of the satisfied cat. He stayed quiet, hoping the beast would think him dead and leave him alone.
Walking proudly with it's prey, the cat left the holly tree yard and headed over to where he lived - the house with the rabbit in the cage.
"Hey!" yelled a big person from the house with the tree, and he ran quickly toward the cat.
Uh oh, thought the cat, not again, just when it was getting fun.
"You let that poor thing go, you fucking cat!"
The cat abided, and dropped the near lifeless bird onto the grass and dashed off to the sanctuary of his turf.
The big person came and picked up the quivering bird. Noting the blunt beak, the short legs and the weak feathers, he said, "Well, little guy, looks like you've again had a close call. I'll be there for you, best as I can, but if you're not careful, you might one day end up in that critter's litter box!"
The End
(Cat owners, please put bells on your cats)
The End
