One day, it was watching me, cleaning itself. I tried to scare it only to realize what my parents said- that it was playing- was way off from what it was about to do. It let a loud eerie bird howl, and leaped at me, biting me. I had blood trickling down to my hands from my head and neck. I fell on the trampoline, with the bird on me, tearing my skin, till I grabbed it and threw it off me. I ran inside quickly. That Saturday he arrived. I opened the door. "Welcome Dez," as we nicknamed him. "Where's the bird?!" he shrieked, only reminding me of that sick bird that attacked me.