I will not give up. I will not. I perch on the tree branch closest to my destination. I looked over.

And there it was. Staring back at me with the same, disgruntled face as always. It was hideously colored, a sickly yellow of death. And yet here it was, on it’s ramage to destroy all that is pretty, such as me.

I ruffled my feathers, preparing for attack. I first chirped angrily at the thing, in hopes that it would get scared and go wherever it belongs. But it didn’t move.

So I had to go with my next plan of action, which was going to be violent. I put on my most frightening face and it did the same, lowering my bravado.

I attack!

Bam!

No! It has used it’s same power as before: some sort of clear shield. I whacked my head once again on the cool, clear, smooth surface.

Ah well. Guess I’ll try and defeat it tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and maybe this afternoon, or in 5 more minutes, or…..hmm….I’ll go try again right now.