It was a nice, chilly day out in the small forest. The small chick, Gilbird, was busy fluttering around, searching for food. He pecked at the ground in multiple areas, not able to find any food. He rested his fluffy butt on a tree branch to rest for a bit. Seeing something odd, something big and rectangular, in the distance, he flew a little closer to get a better look. It had some shapes on the front of whatever it was. The bird couldn't read it, but it said "Iceland's Fridge" in big letters.

Gilbird started pecking at the ground around the object. He had no idea what this thing was. He pecked at the strange object until he noticed it looked like there was an opening to it. Pecking at the small crease, he tried to get the thing open. Although, every time he tried, he would fail and fly backwards onto the ground below him or into a nearby tree.

Finally, he was able to wedge himself into the object to get it open. By this time, he was so hungry, his little tummy was rumbling like crazy. He peeped into the big object while fluttering around, searching for food inside. Sadly, there was no food in there. The small chick spied a small box that also looked like it could open. He used his small body and bird strength and, after a while, got it open.

To Gilbird's surprise, he was blown away by a huge gust of wind from the box. He landed on the ground and stared up in horror. Lightning was striking and thunder was booming as a huge man named Russia came roaring out of the box. It was then that Gilbird had forgotten about his hunger and fainted in the dirt, not to be noticed by the scary man. The door to the mysterious box closed on its own. Gilbird woke up some time later to see that the object had disappeared. The scarred, and scared, bird fluttered his way home back to Gilbert.

He got home and crashed into a window, startling Gilbert. The man ran outside and picked the bird up. His eyes were wide, as if he had seen a ghost, or even scarier, Russia.

"Gilbird! What happened to you?" Gilbert held the bird close, comforting him. Gilbird just peeped as the man brought him inside to get him food. He fell asleep soundly in Gilbert's lap, only to wake up and fly into the air at the sight of Russia in his sleep.

Poor bird, he only wanted food, but instead, he was scarred for life by Russia.