War

• Jessica Clark, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2008

The bird lifted its head and screamed out in pain. “AHHH” its blood was pouring out its back. “Tell her I love her” was his finally squawk. All the birds cried, or squawked there leader had been shoot by the farmer. The bird in his finally words, Mary, was crying “No, why him, why him. He was the best.” BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. It was the farmer. “Get out of my crops you beasts” he screamed in rage. Every bird few for the air. Just how the farmer had predicted. BANG, BANG, BANG went his gun. Birds fell from the sky like rain from the clouds. “This way” Mary yelled. She was surprised that every bird followed her. Once than were at safety, Mary said “right its pay back time to old MR Corn. Men pick your ammo and get your self ready for war. You only have 6 hours; gals get the children to safety and plant the explosives in the field under ground. I will go get the pigeons. GO, GO, GO.” With that word Mary flew off. “Cool, we will do it” said the king of pigeons
6 hours latter (in the field)
“Its silent, to silent” said Mary. BANG went the farmer gun. “Its time” yelled Mary. She pushed a button with her right wing and BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.” It was the explosives. “Now” some bird squawked. “Badddddddd” went the guns (the birds). The farmer was pelted with seeds, big seeds. The pigeans arrived a little later. The air was filled with pigeon poo. “Stop” yelled the farmer. He turned away and ran. “After him” yelled a Galah, in a near by tree. The farmer was never seen by any one after the war. Mary had bean shot by the farmer. It was too late to do any thing for her. Every one crowded around her. “Place me next to Max. Thanks” was what she said in her final breath.
The End