yanked him backwards, slamming the door shut behind them. He was not a
moment too soon as the screeching mass of worldsex young birds covered the allotment in a
whirling feathery cloud, obliterating the sun. The sound was deafening,
horny bills scratched and scraped at the corrugated iron of the small hut,
a thousand tiny hooked claws tore at it. Pooley's hands found themselves
once more clapped over his ears while Omally beat away at the snapping
beaks which forced their way in through the cracks of the door.
'Do something, Jiin,' he shouted, his voice swelling above the din. 'worldsex young If
they get in here, there won't be enough of you left to send home in a
tobacco tin.'
Pooley took to turning about in circles, flapping his hands worldsex young wildly and
worldsex young shouting at worldsex young the top of his voice. It was a technique he had perfected as a
lad and it
had always served him well, when it came to getting his own way.
The birds, however, worldsex young seemed unconcerned by Pooley's behaviour and worldsex young if
anything their assault upon the hut became even more frenzied worldsex young and violent.
There was the sound of splintering wood and Omally saw to his horror that
scores of worldsex young tiny dents were beginning to appear on the corrugated walls. Then
suddenly the attacks worldsex young ceased. Pooley found himself spinning, flapping and
shouting in absolute silence. worldsex young the worldsex young birds had gone.
'The birds have gone,' said Jim, ceasing his foolish gyrations.
'They have not,' Omally replied, 'I fell for a similar trick on my first
encounter with them.'
Pooley worldsex young pressed his eye to a crack in the door. 'I can't see them.'
'They'll be around, on the worldsex young roof or around the back.'
'worldsex young Then should we make a break worldsex young for it?'
'worldsex young That I would not advise.'
The two men slumped on worldsex young the potato sack in worldsex young the semi-darkness. It was
cramped and with the sun beating down upon the roof it was also extremely
hot.
'We'll die in here for certain,' said Pooley, 'suffocate we will, like
rats in a trap.'
'Don't start all that again,' said Omally, raising his fist in the
darkness.
Long minutes worldsex young passed; in the distance the Memorial Library clock struck
ten. Several worldsex young yards away from the shed Omally's bicycle Marchant lay in its
twisted wreckage, musing upon man's inhumanity to bike worldsex young and bird's
worldsex young inhumanity to man. Jim struggled out of his jacket and rolled up his
sleeves. 'Have you any more of that potato