"Fuck it!" Moxie cracked her neck and stretched her legs out. She had been meaning to fuck up those birdbrains for a while since they last month when their gang got together and buried Moxie's car under three metric tons of liquid bird shit. Getting to ruin their day for once was an opportunity that she just couldn't pass up, especially if it meant being able to take a shortcut and save Sniffy sooner.
Moxie broke into a full sprint, and no sooner than she had started leaping from rooftop to rooftop did she hear the familiar screech of the Bombadeers. Within seconds, she was dodging gobs of bird shit the size of her head. There must've been at least fifty of the fucking birds all swarming around her and jockeying for a clear shot to plop a load down on Moxie's head. But she was took quick for 'em! She dodged the bird bombs with style and finesse, even managing to flip her pursuers off while she ducked and dipped between rooftops and fire escapes. It all seemed too easy... Until she hit a dead end.
Moxie cursed under her breath. It was a twenty story drop onto what looked like an awning that was just barely the size of her. She turned around and cringed when she saw that the entire flock of Bombadeers had landed on the roof with her, some perching on nearby powerlines, and their leader right up front.
"I tell ya, that breakfast burrito is NOT agreeing with me. I feel like I could bury someone alive over here! It's a shame you can't run anymore Moxie, I really prefer a moving target."
Moxie just clenched her fists. She knew what she had to do.
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