The forest is full of bugs that sting, bite, and pinch and there are places you don't want that to happen. You begin picking the largest leaves from a nearby plant while mumbling to yourself.

"Leaves of three, let it be. Leaves of five and you'll be fine," you say hoping your remembering it right. The vine they are attached to makes a usable string to thread them together and soon you have a skirt of leaves that looks like it was made in a preschool arts and craft period. But you shame is covered, mostly, and bugs will be too scared of you to bite. They mostly fear your lack of anity, as do all the other animals. Except that little bird there.


"Eeep!" it shrills as you look over it's tiny wingless body. A kiwi? you wonder. Have I landed in New Zealand? But the eyes are wrong; that's a Kiwi imagined by Disney.

"Eeep! Eeep! Eeep!" It's joined by more; two, three, five, twelve... You lose count as you're surrounded by these little, wingless bird.

"Um, hello," you mumble to the hundred of eyes staring at you. "I'm sorry if this was your nest." You motion to your poorly fashioned skirt.

"Eeep! Eeep!" They repeat as they move closer until they surround your feet. You can't move without stepping on one unless you shuffle your feet so you do, gently scooting a foot into the mass of birds. A sharp pain races from your toe and you immediately draw it back. A quick examination reveals a deep gash in your pinky toe.

"Wha?" You sound as you look closer at the birds. The beak is wrong; it's hooked like a bird of prey. This realization comes too late; the birds have you surrounded. You don't have time to get out anything more than a brief scream as they attack.

You die at the beaks of hundreds of adorable birds.