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Summery: What happens when Ron and Harry go for a walk? Extreme funniness, that's what!
Rating: G
A/N: The funny thing about this story is that it really happened to a friend and I. Please review. I just figured out that my setting on the reviews wasn't right, so I changed it. So please send me lots of reviews!
The birds are gone now. I will never forget them. It was one of those surreal experiences, the kind that aren't thought about until they happen. It was like. like a dream, almost. The birds were the biggest part of it.
Harry and I were walking along, minding our own business. We had rounded the lake several times, and I wasn't really thinking about anything in particular, just trying to relax a little and convince Harry that I DON'T have a crush on anybody, much less. that's for another time. Anyway, we were talking and having a nice little discussion about how I DON'T have a crush on anybody, when I noticed the birds. They were really big ones, with these really big wings and mean looks in their eyes. hateful things. Harry was really into this conversation, and it was a little too intense for me, so I said, jokingly of course, "Hey, look at those things. Mean looking, aren't they?" Harry just looked at me and said, "Quit changing the subject, Ron." I pointed them out several more times before he finally would even glance at them. When he did, he did the strangest thing..
"Yes, Ron, they're very ni- AGGGGGG!!!!!" I turned to see what they were doing. They were flying straight at us! A beeline for our heads! I ducked onto the ground, and maybe I yelled something, I really don't know. And they pulled up moments before they would have hit our heads, and landed on the other side of us, squawking and honking something horrible, I got up and ran, as fast as I could. Mean birds. See if I ever go for walks with them out again.
Summery: What happens when Ron and Harry go for a walk? Extreme funniness, that's what!
Rating: G
A/N: The funny thing about this story is that it really happened to a friend and I. Please review. I just figured out that my setting on the reviews wasn't right, so I changed it. So please send me lots of reviews!
The birds are gone now. I will never forget them. It was one of those surreal experiences, the kind that aren't thought about until they happen. It was like. like a dream, almost. The birds were the biggest part of it.
Harry and I were walking along, minding our own business. We had rounded the lake several times, and I wasn't really thinking about anything in particular, just trying to relax a little and convince Harry that I DON'T have a crush on anybody, much less. that's for another time. Anyway, we were talking and having a nice little discussion about how I DON'T have a crush on anybody, when I noticed the birds. They were really big ones, with these really big wings and mean looks in their eyes. hateful things. Harry was really into this conversation, and it was a little too intense for me, so I said, jokingly of course, "Hey, look at those things. Mean looking, aren't they?" Harry just looked at me and said, "Quit changing the subject, Ron." I pointed them out several more times before he finally would even glance at them. When he did, he did the strangest thing..
"Yes, Ron, they're very ni- AGGGGGG!!!!!" I turned to see what they were doing. They were flying straight at us! A beeline for our heads! I ducked onto the ground, and maybe I yelled something, I really don't know. And they pulled up moments before they would have hit our heads, and landed on the other side of us, squawking and honking something horrible, I got up and ran, as fast as I could. Mean birds. See if I ever go for walks with them out again.