The two birds chased each other through the forest, ducking between trees and skimming the undergrowth. Just as the second threatened to catch the first, it would twist away, and turn as it flew as if cheekily sticking out its tongue.
But then, the second bird disappeared. When the first looked back, all it was saw a few feathers floating in the wind.
The driver had almost slowed when the bird hit the grill. Almost.
‘No point now,’ she thought.