Giant Michael hated birds. Every species. He also hated breezes, corridors, golf, and the ‘mute’ button. He once made his very own ‘fade out’ button and tried to tape it over ‘mute’. It failed. He felt awful.
The Giant took a lunge toward the bird. He missed. The Giant landed face first. The bird landed on his back. The Giant swiped and missed again. Birds were always tricky. Denver just stood there, looking like he had expected this sort of behaviour.
“I expected this sort of behaviour” said Denver.
“BIRD” said the Giant. The bird had flown down the corridor towards the lift. It then turned and flew back towards them. The Giant got to his feet. He was ready this time. The previous light had turned red again. The bird waited. The Giant made another lunge, but Denver jumped in to stop him.
“I told you”, Denver struggled, “you’ve got to wait”.
The light went green, the bird flew straight into the Giant’s mouth. He swallowed. Giant Michael wondered if he’d shit out the beak like last time. Then it started to rain. Indoors.