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Song Birds.

This is a prophecy that will take place sometime in spring of this coming year. Things will happen that no one alive today would ever have thought possible. It will be an attack, no human attack with modern armies and all of its potential dangers. No this attack will be sudden and unexpected. The enemy, now you will laugh or at least smile, not that I mind. I have in this short story given you all a fair warning. What you make of it is your own affair but please do not come complaining to me. This is not only a warning but also a dream I had only last night. A dream or should I say nightmare that woke me from a troubled sleep. The first light of day the birds with their usual morning song or dawn chorus was followed by a silence that one could formally feel, a silence that was in itself a form of warning. Then from everywhere they appeared, bird after bird, I myself saw in my dream robins, wrens, sparrows and all known birds that habit in Great Britain. The noise of hundreds of birds woke even the deepest of sleepers. The first wave more or lest bombed all that was below them with excrement or if that word is not in your vocabulary try Bird shit. Yes Bird shit, one blob after another hit whatever was under the birds. Blobs of white and grey with here and there dark stains appeared everywhere. Cars and Busses, Lorries, Taxis and even those that were riding bicycles were hit and tried to find shelter from this terrible attack from the sky. The birds flew off and another period of quietness made many apprehensive of what would come next. Many came out of their homes with buckets of hot water and cloths to wipe off this Bird shit before it burnt its way into the car roofs and bonnets. Then a second wave of birds flew once again but this time each bird had a stone in its beak some even had stones in their claws. The second attack was as silent as the first was noisy. When from a height reached only by the birds, stones came pelting down on all that was beneath the birds. This time the stones did huge amounts of damage. The birds came back again and again until they were too tired to attack any more. This is my warning to you all, if you will take it I can offer some advice, feed the birds in the long winter months. Keep your pets namely your cats under control. The birds are fed up with the carelessness of the human race and will attack in the spring. What you make of my warning is your own business. I do not often have such dreams or nightmares. I also know that I am leaving myself wide open to attacks from you the very people that I have tried to warn. No I am not ill. That is not mentally ill. Only a few weeks ago I went to see a psychiatrist who gave me a complete bill of good mental health there is nothing wrong with my head. Just keep a good lookout for the birds. You have been warned. Bern