One fall day in early November, I had a very rude awakening.
The tree limb had broken and dropped me out of the tree, probably because I
gained a few pounds in the last week without noticing. I began to start walking
through the forest with my head held high and beak pointed straight north. I
was looking for breakfast, but could not find any. As I was walking from brush
spot to open spot, I began to notice some people walking around with big guns.
Without a doubt, I kept walking on my search for a delicious meal, until
something happened. I heard a gunshot and it was close by, so I began to run
towards the nearest bush. When I got there, I came up with a game plan to live
for another year. To begin my plan I flew up into the nearest tree as high as I
could. Next, I had to wait, which made me hungry, but I was able to survive for
a while. After waiting for what seemed like forever, I had my chance to escape.
The hunter was coming in my direction, so I took my stance and mentally
prepared myself. When he walked under
the limb I jump down on top of him and scared him causing him to fall and drop
his gun. After jumping I ran as fast as I could away from the hunter, ensuring
my safety for another couple of months.
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