The Writing Games-Episode 2

William the Sparrow tweeted cheerfully on his branch. It was a lovely morning, and he made sure that everybody knew it. "Tweet, tweet! Chirp, Chirp!" he said.

Suddenly in his song he sung a note that made him think of fudge. Much lie the famous story "If You Give  a Mouse a Cookie," or even, "If You Give a Pig a Pancake," William knew that he would not be satisfied unless he had a piece of Mrs. McGillicutty's famous chocolate fudge with nuts.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

What was that? Someone was rudely slapping his tree trunk. He poked his head down through the leaves to give him (or her, for he was no sexist) the nastiest glare a sparrow could give.

All he could see was a large man holding a huge fish by the tail. The man swung the fish back and slapped it against the tree. "Slap! Slap!"

William squawked with displeasure, his inner housekeeper rising to the surface. Suddenly, the day seemed less bright, less cheery. And even fudge was fast losing its appeal. Who was this foul vagabond?

With a trill of pure fury, William dived off his branch. As he left the comforting pull of the wood and entered into Earth's atmosphere, he burst into flame, and gathered speed.

"My word! Look at them gooooo...BOOM!" Or not.

The End