Hiding from Barry

Word Count: 298

         Things weren’t going very well. After the tree limb fell on our house during the storm, we called to our servants to take us inside their large home, which they did. Everything was fine, if you call having our house destroyed fine. Until our servants turned on us.

         This is how it happened. Thunder boomed particularly loud overhead, and I jumped. Anyone would have jumped; it was a natural instinct.

         Well, I jumped right out of the temporary home that the giants had made for us, and landed in the middle of the floor in their dining area. I was unhurt, thankfully, but then I noticed that the giants were staring at me. One of them came at me, until he was nearly within reach. He dove at me, but I was too quick for him! I darted between his legs, and made for the hall. Behind me, I heard the giant trip over our new home and knock it over. The large female screamed that sounded like, “Keep that chicken out of the bathroom!”

         I scuttled down the hall, my legs going as fast as they could. I didn’t have much time. I dove through a door, and found myself in what I could only imagine was the giants’ shrine. Pictures covered the walls, religious relics sat on shelves. One name stood out among all the rest. San Francisco! I trembled, my feathers shaking. These were the fabled San Francisco Giants! Pictures of the religion’s head-priest stared back at me, with the words ‘Bonds: 715’ in bold letters. We had stories about these people, prophecies.

         Sounds of pursuit reached my ears. I hid under some clothes that were laying on the floor. The giants passed, and I sighed. It was time to get out of this place!


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