One lovely morning I was strolling through the park gazing at the lovely hooting birds. Then I realised something was wrong: the birds weren't hooting their lovely tune. In fact they were staring at me with their red eyes. Suddenly the birds swooped down, their razor like beaks sinking ever deeper into my flesh. I screamed in agony falling dramatically to the ground. My vision went blurry, all I could see was round like figures staring down at me. I woke up not knowing where I was. All I knew was that I felt dizzy and that I thought I was going to vomit. What a day!