So there I was, unarmed, yet my bulging muscles were all the protection I needed. All the silly fighting birds would soon meet the man who had created them. Yes, I am Papa bird. There I was, with gifts in my hand, and pounds of war gooey candy in my pockets. I tried to hold back the tears, but the birds jumped at me with such warmness, that the tears rolled out anyways. I was finally home, and there was no way that anyone could make me leave.
The second thing I noticed when I walked in was my dear wife, the lovely Lady Shnug, or, as I knew her, My little Love Machine. Well, I asked herhow our town had held up since I had left, and I was shocked to find out that I had been removed from power. In fact, the Birders, or Than's secret police, were searching for me, and there was nowhere to hide other than my own home. Even my old friends had been forced to turn against me, at the danger of being executed.
Now, Than was one bad dude. He was known to torture, and even kill other birds in his secret castle. Everyone knew about his dark operations, but noone dared question his authority, because they knew it would place them first in line for the torture chamber.Some tried to form resistance forces, but the power of the Secret Police was not to be underestimated. They were known to crush all opposition with startling swiftness. Living in Birdville was hard, yet somehow, the common folk, like me, were able to support our families and come home with a smile on our faces, until now, that is.
I was known as a great supporter of the revolution,even allowing birds to take housing in my property so that they could go on with their plans. Still, our power was weak, and there was little we could do.
But now, as theline between justice and injustice faded, we had to fight, no matter what stood in our way.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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