As I glided through the air currents, I sensed a disturbance in the sky. What could that be? For once, I actually paid attention: a hurricane headed my way.
"Holy cow! I got to avoid it!"
With blood pumping fast and feelings uncertain, I used all my energy to swerve sharply to my right. (Or, as Bird Nerd calls it, starboard.) It didn't really work well, since I had only travelled a few meters and the storm was surging in fast. Exhausted and mortified, I screamed.
"Oh my gosh, I AM GOING TO DIE."
Nearing the point of panic, (Or yeep, Bird Nerd again.) I decided to gather all my courage and fly straight into it. I yelled and flew. I went straight into it, purple feathers in the wind. I felt something sharp in my wing, like when you bite it on accident while preening.
"What in the name of-
BOOM. The sound bounced in my ears. The clap of thunder roared in my head. Suddenly remembering my pain, I looked to my port side to find a seashell lodged in my wing. I tried like crazy to get it out, but I had to focus on the task at wing. I was losing control, frantically looking in all directions. Then it happened. My wings folded. I fell. Plummeted. Went yeep. Down I went into the vast, blue, alarmingly dangerous sea. The last thing I felt was a gripping around my midsection...