Falling With Style
"Finally," squeaked the little blue bird "we got rid of him."
"Couldn't you have been a bit more graceful about it?" whined the bird that was still growing back the feathers on the back of his head, even though it had been a month since the...um...incident. "That heron looked so sad and scared."
"Well, we tried everything else," replied another bird pompously. "Even small explosives. We had to tell him about the rabid clementines."
"But...but...well, now that you put it like that..." the whiney bird said. "And the squawking was getting awfully annoying. It hurt my ears."
The first bird got a sort of thinking look on his face. "You know, it amazes me that we had to make up something so unbelievable...and that the poor sod believed it anyway."
The other birds giggled in their high-pitched voices, when the pompous one squealed "LOOK OUT!" A large, plastic thing was diving towards them, and appeared to have no intention of stopping. The little troupe scattered into the air just as the plastic thing soared beneath them and back up into the sky.
The birds stared up in awe.
"Now that's some stylish flying," said the first bird.
"I think it's got more of a gliding feel to it," rebutted the whiney bird.
"Eh, it looked more like falling to me," said the pompous bird.
There was a pause.
"Either way, it was stylish," added the first bird.
"Oh, aye."
A/N: This is the result of a bit of a glitch in my brain. I have to see things in movies from many perspectives, including the birds' perspective when Buzz and Woody get the explosives off the formers' back, and they fall past some power lines with birds sitting on them. If you have seen the animated short, For the Birds, this should make some small amount of sense. And please excuse any British sayings in this. It's a bit of a habit.