In a rare moment of socialisation, I went out for dinner last night with a few friends. Having primped and preened-
Not that it did any good!
Quite.Anyway... Having primped and preened, I gathered my wallet and phone as my friends pulled up outside the
The little bastard let rip a shriek capable of curdling blood as he zoomed upwards and away from his attempted eye gouge-icide.
I quickly got in the car and shut the door. My friends had witnessed the terrifying spectacle and were getting over their shock of Beaky's brazenness. They knew about Beaky, of course, but I don't think they quite believed my tales of Beaky's vindictiveness and sheer bloody-minded violence until then.
Well, Beaky, you've done it now. I wasn't going to share these embarrassing images of you, but last night's attack leaves me no choice!
|Lost your balance, have you?|
|The Ministry of Silly Walks called - They want you to be their poster boy, Beaky!|
|Urgh! No one wants to see your cloaca. Put it away!|
|Off balance again, I see. You're not very good at this, are you Beaky?|
|For gods' sakes, can't you eat with any decorum? Wipe your bloody beak!|
|Yaaarrrgh! Run away!|