Oh gosh I'm sorry I didn't send any request! Was with my sister. And as a fellow American, I completely understand the whole gunshot or firework puzzle. Anyway, may I please ask how medics would react to a bunch of cute tiny birds flock to him, land on him, and start flying away with him?
It's okay!!; and lmao I hate that. A few nights ago my dog went crazy over fireworks... or so I think they were. I didn't hear anyone screaming, so that's good. America (Alfred F. Jones): Despite having posted what kind of pets he'd have and the variety, I can't say he's the biggest animal person. He's said hello to a bird before, but never has he had a wild bird come up to him and perch on his shoulder, not even when he's gorging himself out to some food. So at first he'd laugh a little bit and feed it a bread crumb, which is when the shitstorm arrives- all of a sudden he's terrified. Their tiny feet have quite a harsh grip on him. He's holding onto his food for dear life. However he's also squeezing his food too. Tightly at that. In one hand is a burger and in the other is a shake. The shake explodes. The burger itself is falling out from between the buns and the buns are starting to crumble down in to lovely, bite sized pieces for the bird. Time has stopped. Alfred is in tears. What did he do to deserve this? Why are these birds being so mean? Before he knows it he's brought into a giant tree where there's a big nest. There have been birds following them and now they have all of the offerings of bread crumbs, lettuce and burger that had fallen out of his hands. The longer and longer he sits, dazed, the more and more the so called 'nest' he's in looks like a ring of fire. He's witnessed hell. The 4th of July eagle swoops down and lands in front of him, clearly pissed. "You didn't leave your offerings," said the eagle. "My... my offerings?" Alfred asks, his voice raising slightly in distress. There were offerings that had to be left out?!"Yes... two liter Conke and a Borger. 🅱️oneless. Deadass," said the eagle, giving Alfred a certain look that could freeze hell. Alfred froze before looking up, "Sorry, fam, two liter machine 🅱️roke."
