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Divebombing
They flew in tight formation - as tight as two fliers could make it, the tips of their wings mere inches apart. The tore noisily out of the Southwest, diving from altitude, pulling out of the dive as close to the ground as they dared. Eyes squinted against the rushing air, the lead flier let loose his payload as the ground fell into the distance behind him...
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"Ewww, daaaaaaaad!!!" Katie yelled, as the bird shit hit her ankle squarely in the center of the bone. She had her left leg crossed over her right knee, sitting on one of the swings, digging a pebble out of her shoe when the attack happened.
"It's good luck," I called from the garden.
"It's not good luck, it's BIRD POOP!"
"I know, I saw it happen."
"Daaaaaaad." Her voice was so full of exasperation it nearly overflowed into the yard.
"You'll live."
...
"Ewww, daaaaaaaad!!!" Katie yelled, as the bird shit hit her ankle squarely in the center of the bone. She had her left leg crossed over her right knee, sitting on one of the swings, digging a pebble out of her shoe when the attack happened.
"It's good luck," I called from the garden.
"It's not good luck, it's BIRD POOP!"
"I know, I saw it happen."
"Daaaaaaad." Her voice was so full of exasperation it nearly overflowed into the yard.
"You'll live."
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