“Flappy return back. The clouds are crowding, wind is picking up speed. Thunderstorm is about to break”, shouted Elly, the seagull.
Flappy her teenage boy had hormones raging in his heart and wings. He always was up for a game. Working against the odds gave his audacious ego a fat boost.
The gusty winds and a hungry eagle circling above, waiting for an opportunity to grab its last meal of the day, was enough an invitation for Flappy. He always found it fascinating to entice Hawky, the mighty eagle and dodge him. Returning safe to habitat after the ‘game of death’ amidst a noisy squawking welcome by his friends elevated his status, “fearless Flappy” to a new high.
“Six minutes of fame should not cost him dearly”, said Elly aloud mirroring her motherly insecurities.
Old Charlie, observing the drama from another branch, had only this to say, “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all”, as he lumbered, trying to balance himself with a lifeless wing and a broken claw.