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moonsheenPicture, if you will, an innocent female college student, walking back from classes, notebook in arms (her bag broke) and eyes on the ground. (This was a tired student)and generally thinking about lunch.
Now picture if you will an (to my knowledge)innocent male college student, walking who knows where, having successfully found this thing called lunch, the lucky bastard, carrying a soda and fries.
Cue seagull.
Girl happens to look up when she hears the shreik, just in time to see aforementioned boy backing the hell away from (a very large) outraged bird. Still airborne flapping in his face and squawking and generally making noises of particular indignation that probably translated to "Give Me Food You Stingy Bastard." (A sentiment girl would have shared at the time, but not so much with the beak and the wings.)
Boy is decidedly spooked. Bird is decidedly mad. Boy stumbles away while the seagull, thwarted, wheels back off into the sky. Drunkenly.
Boy goes on his merry way (with food!) girl goes on her merry way (to get food!) and the seagull, still at large, wings off to that (non existant--where are they all coming from?) body of water, somewhere nearby. Without food. Poor bird.
The end.
Edit: Correction. And then girl went to dinner and was assaulted by a carrot. The end.
Now picture if you will an (to my knowledge)innocent male college student, walking who knows where, having successfully found this thing called lunch, the lucky bastard, carrying a soda and fries.
Cue seagull.
Girl happens to look up when she hears the shreik, just in time to see aforementioned boy backing the hell away from (a very large) outraged bird. Still airborne flapping in his face and squawking and generally making noises of particular indignation that probably translated to "Give Me Food You Stingy Bastard." (A sentiment girl would have shared at the time, but not so much with the beak and the wings.)
Boy is decidedly spooked. Bird is decidedly mad. Boy stumbles away while the seagull, thwarted, wheels back off into the sky. Drunkenly.
Boy goes on his merry way (with food!) girl goes on her merry way (to get food!) and the seagull, still at large, wings off to that (non existant--where are they all coming from?) body of water, somewhere nearby. Without food. Poor bird.
The end.
Edit: Correction. And then girl went to dinner and was assaulted by a carrot. The end.
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Date: 2003-11-11 12:26 am (UTC)Now sparrows, however, have been deemed the ninja throwing stars of the bird world by yours truly and the rest of the "Honors" kids in the wee most hours of the morning.
...I was going somewhere with this, I think. Or perhaps I just wanted you to know that the seagulls attack me too. (This may be due to that one time afterschool when I kept scaring them away from the sandwich remains that the janitor had left out for them. I was bitter! And hungry! ...Now they follow me with those beedy little eyes of theirs and I know that they're watching me...)
I do hope you had a nice lunch. ^_^