“Gather ’round, my good friends,” he said. One by one, they flocked to the fire.
Word quickly spread, the city was tearing down all the statues, and there was going to be organized outrage. #OccupyMarble began.
Organization was hard with this group, most of which were prone to distraction by stray trash swirling nearby the fire.
Luckily, a leader had emerged. Werble was young and plump with a Master’s in Public Speaking. He knew how to unify the masses.
“Quool! Quool!” Clearing his throat, Werble got everyone’s attention. “Friends, many a feather is ruffled today by the…”
“…developments that going on down south,” he began. The followers wobbled in agreement. “But let us not let that stop us!”
Towards the back of the huddled mass was a drum-pigeon. Banging horribly off-beat in 2-3 step. It threw off Werble’s cadence.
A murder of black crowes began circling overhead, casting wicked shadows on the flock below.
The leader of the crows, Chris, looked at the mass below and began thinking aloud, “they are going to be Hard to Handle”
Chris watched as Werble’s out-of-step eyes were drawn to the sign: “World’s Largest Outdoor Car Show in town today.”
And there it sat, there in the parking lot…everyone’s favorite car. The top target of targets…
… the 1961 Ferrari 250GT California. Less than 100 were made. It was the town’s love, it is the town’s passion. It was…
…the stupid human’s fault he didn’t park in a garage. “Let’s make a statement, boys!” shouted Werble. Protesters took to sky…
…circling. One big, giant blog of gray feathers. “When I give the signal, you know what to do!” yelled Werble.
All of the sudden a wild pack of Honey Badgers arrived. They looked hungry.
Werble paid no attention and forged ahead, signaling with his claw, mangled from a barbed wire incident, three times. The flock…
…descended from the sky emitting an eerie shriek. That noise was deafening to the stupid humans below. Suddenly and without warning
A gale force wind picked up and blew the flock off course. But this formidable breeze was no coincidence.
A huge crow shaped spacecraft emerged from the overcast sky. In the pilot’s seat was
Meryl Streep, the self-proclaimed leader of the International Bovine Transmology Debate Team.
At her side, Cee Lo Green, the self proclaimed Prince of….
…St. Luke’s Presbyterian Medical Center, raised his fist. “Arm the torpedoes!” he shouted, pointing at…
The Boston Billionaires Retreat was being held at the D-Luxe Inn. A veritable hodge podge of the richest peeps in the land.
Meryl, channeling her character from the recent hit, Labyrinth 2: Back to da Maze, raised her crystal necklace to the sun
She and the Occupy group had hated the BBR Club ever since they’d bankrolled the Land Before Time franchise.
The crystal’s power would certainly settle the score. It had the power to…
incite the black-toed dirtybirds to recite the most diabolical of chants.
“If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me…
…for I must be traveling on now,” chanted the flock. The BBR Club stood no chance against Freebird and retreated to the Inn.
Which is exactly what Streep, Green and Werble wanted. The flock attacked, unleashing enough droppings to turn the blue sky white.
The 1961 Ferrari 250GT California sat there helpless to the onslaught.
Splat! Squish! Bam! The car had no chance. Werble’s eyes got bigger as he swooped in for the kill shot, landing on the hood.
He took a moment to adjust his bowtie. Flashed a smile at Meryl, then let loose.
That poor, poor hood.
Funny story this week. Werble and the pigeons staging a protest. And with the help of Meryl Streep and Cee Lo Green, they were able to show those rich, stuck up Boston Billionaires a thing or two. If only our government could learn a thing or two from a bunch of pooping pigeons. But I guess there’s still time.
Thanks to all the writers on this story – @RobotStephe, Chrisa_Hickey, @MojoEnvy, @TonyPawela, @AZHockeyNut, @MusicAdamT, @Guert, @paulmtracy, @courtcan and @hwtibbs. You guys were great, even despite Twitter continuing to mess with tweets in the timeline.
As an aside, I think this is probably my last story. I’ve been doing this for about a year now, and it feels about time to wrap it up, take what we’ve collectively written and do something with it. When I started, I had no idea what this would become. I was hoping to get a few short stories here and there. But because of all of you, it exceeded my expectations. So thank you. And don’t worry – when I’ve decided what to do with these stories we’ve all written together, I’ll be sure to let you know.