A mighty Bald Eagle perches upon his tree, his nest safely tucked away from all the threats that could be.
One day, a fearsome roar shakes the ground below. He peers down from his humble abode to spot a Bear attacking his neighbors, the Nightingales. The father descends to protect his nest, but he doesn’t stand a chance. With one paw swipe, he falls, his family quick to follow.
The Eagle polishes his gun, peers down at Father Nightingale’s body, and thinks… “That would never be me.”
One day, as he’s cleaning, he notices, off in the distance, a wild dog stalking a deer. The fawn is putting up a valiant effort to flee as it bounds away, but the hound has acquired a taste for blood, and he won’t stop until he makes his ancestors proud.
The Eagle glances at its ammunition pile, neatly organized by size, and shrugs. “Well… sucks to be you, buddy.”
One day, he overhears a conversation between two crows passing by. “Did you hear that the rat population is growing?” “Oh yeah, I’ve heard they’re even eating human pets now.” “Oh dear, I bet even that Eagle isn’t safe.” “Not so loud, honey, he might hear us.” These thoughts unnerved the mighty hunter, who loaded his trusty gun. Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, rustling the branches beneath his nest.
The Eagle panics and shoots itself in the foot, believing a rat is hiding amongst the leaves, ignoring the Bear that’s now climbing up its tree.
Tyler DeWriter 