|The beasts are by the table in front of me...|
|...now it's between our tables...|
|...oh, dear Lord, it has come to eat my eyeballs!|
The thing would cock its head & look at me through its evil little beady eyes & smile. No, not smile...smirk. I know what it was doing. It was trying to hypnotize me so I couldn't fight it off when it attacked my eyeballs & my head. I was not going to let it do that though; I will not be known as the chic that died at the wings & feet of a bird & did so without even fighting. After everything I've been through in life, that is not what my legacy will be.
Darn you, birds! You cannot choose my legacy!