There was nothing but scratching and feathers for what seemed an eternity. The swooping masses came in droves. There were Finches, Pigeons, a tower of Falcons and a parliament of Owls all in full attack. Blissful E. Bear was barely able to see let alone fathom the swooping and lifting of bodies before him. He felt a hand clutch his paw and drag him to shelter, a group of wheelie bins and a few empty bottles of clean-skin wine. The noise was likened only to standing in the flight path of a dozen 747s landing at once. When the racket finally subsided there was a layer of white droppings, one standing canine and the worst nightmares of a car dealership. "So that wasn't so bad," Leonard remarked taking a drag from his cigarette, sitting on the bonnet of one of the sedans, next to him looking dazed, was the bruised and battered resemblance of Blissfuls's brother Matt.
The cloaked woman in red stood and dusted herself off, Blissful lifted himself awkwardly to his feet and walked towards the car.
"I've never felt so much like Tippi Hedron in all my life," the 1950s pinup cringed.
"Who?" Leonard asked.
"Forget it," she replied. "Just help me get out of this shit-covered hood."
As Blissful got closer to the car he saw that the bruising under Matt's left cheek was so substantial he looked as though he had been given a third eye. He gripped his human half-brother with all his might and felt his brother's limbs respond as ably as they could.
"It's good to see you again," Blissful sighed.
Matt's hand snapped tight against Blissful's shoulder.
"There's something you need to know about our parents," Matt whispered with a deathly seriousness.
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