“Can you believe this crap?” Marty the pigeon said to his friend, both of them perched on a power line overlooking the situation. “The suburban animals come into town, get all enormous and wreck the place. You don’t see US going to their little places and squashing thing.”
Marty’s friend Layla, a slimmer pigeon, didn’t talk much and merry nodded, watching the situation unfold.
“Bigger than humans. What gives them the right to come in and cause this much trouble?”
Layla was ignoring Marty, looking down at the little puddle down below that had dribbled out of the bottle that giant canary was holding. She left Marty to his ranting as she swooped down to the puddle, trying not to be terrified of the enormous animals looming over her.
On the other side of the puddle was an acquaintance of hers, a squirrel named Al she bumped into from time to time. “Crazy stuff,” Al said to the pigeon, as he stopped and took a little sip from the puddle. He burped and swelled up to the size of a Rottweiler. “Whoa, that’s powerful stuff!” Al focused back on the puddle but only saw that Layla had managed to gulp down every last drop and was lying on the ground, slowly beginning to grow. “You know what? I think I’m plenty big,” he said as he fled the scene.
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