A.N: Okay all first short EVER written by moi! I'm very excited so you haveta tell me whatcha thinks!! Right? of course right! Okay well here it is and enjoy. Also Padge pronounced Paige.

Padge

The dovecote lay ruined. There were remnants of birds and their young all over the wood’s grounds. As people strode on hiking paths t hey stared down with interested eyes at the decaying sight before them. It was something that most had never seen before. In this neck of the woods there was the most neat and nonchalant nature that there could ever be anywhere. The sight of the desecrate land. Empyrean’s doors would be open again today.

Except for one bird. One pigeon survived. It was just starting to fly but would not get very far. Rufus Bob was a beefy man with big hands and a rather complimenting yet large belly that drooped over his jeans. He had this irritating tendency to harm anything that got in his path. What decided to get in harm’s way this time was the pigeon. The pigeon was scared when it saws the big creature in its wake. Rufus Bob saw the bird and the bird realized in even more panic the forehail it had brought upon the evil Rufus Bob.

To anger him further the bird blindly flew straight at the mark right between the evil Mr. Bob’s eyes leaving a large bloody mark where its beak had struck full force. Struggling blindly Rufus Bob flailed his arms like a ludicrous lunatic. Harlequin, that was what this damned bird was doing to him. It was insanity was all it really was!! Never in his life had Rufus Bob been so humiliated or so defeated. Truth be told this was a first that no one would ever know because he was going to wring the bird’s ungrateful neck off but who knew vengeful thoughts proved deceiving.

Running like an elephant Rufus Bob crashed through the peaceful woods trampling small animas with his progress. He almost knocked a little girl into the water while he made a particularly insane dive over the very water mass in his attempts to keep up with his prey. He was sure that hunting was never this difficult. He could not believe that he was actually doing it either. Cat’s made this whole cat and mouse game look so easy but seriously that was really overrated. He would not even incept to imagine what could possibly happen if he were to lose this wild goose chase.

Finally after tripping over a large clump of bushes and branches (a.k.a. underbrush0 Rufus Bob came to a agonizing and tiresome halt. The little devil, he thought savagely. If I ever see a pigeon EVER again he will surely pay for the trials that he has caused for me!

Up above the little pigeon who we will here on out call Padge made soft sing song noises to himself while eyeing the defeated big man who had previously destroyed his home of pigeons. Jooking underneath the cover of the branches Padge continued to watch as the pathetic hunter known as Rufus Bob stood up and Rubbed gingerly at his sides and back expressing his pains and aches through moans and groans that caused the wood’s grounds to shake and for Padge to shudder inwardly as the tree moved slightly with the utterly insane vibrations.

After about twenty minutes of moaning groaning and manyu other things such as punching and stomping and whacking the tree where he was sure the little bird was hiding, Rufus Bob gave up for the moment. He glared up at the place where the tweeter had taken cover.. He would have to come out sometime and Rufus Bob was going to wait until he did. If he didn’t come out sooner or later then he was eventually going to die so either way Rufus Bob was going to be victorious. He smiled satisfyingly to himself and sat his overlarge buttocks on a log. With his lulu sense of surroundings and nature Rufus Bob decided that today would certainly NOT be the day that he would suffer bitter defeat.

Ah but alas there is one thing that Padge the Pigeon has that overpowers Rufus Bob in all accounts. You see humans like to sleep. The laughter Padge would have emitted if she were a human would have been layered and pithy. But alas she is a mere pigeon who has a foe she must and will conquer in payment for her family’s death.

As Padge the Pigeon suspected Rufus Bob began to drift from his prime situation. He also, eventually, began to drift off into subconscious. He could not help any of this of course. The thought of the niffer here was inevitable though, He was suffering defeat number one while Padge the Pigeon survived and celebrated victory number…(insert large number here).

Taking delicate and diligent moves to ensure the big man’s loss Padge dared to move out into the open. But of course that was not how Rufus Bob functioned. You see he was not a naïve child. He knew how to master crafts when he learned them. As soon as the bird flew out from where it had taken cover Rufus Bob made his move. He had expertly pretended to be in deep slumber when in reality he was preparing for the pounce he knew would occur.

As the bird flew out Rufus Bob snatched it with one hand and let it struggle in its grasp. Padge grew marvelously fearful wishing more then ever that she had stayed in the trees. She had lost to this ludicrous man! It was totally not fair! That was the last thought that swirled around in Padge’s teeny tiny brain. She watched with blurry eyes as Rufus Bob grinned a maniacal smile before crushing every bone in the tweety’s body.

Victory is sweet, he thought as he passed by the dovecote on his way home. With a nonchalant manner he paused and tossed the dead bird with the and went whistling home. Nobody got away from Rufus Bob especially after to daring to humiliate him. He started his Chevy and was homeward bound without a care in the world.

A.N: Soooooooooo...whatcha think? Dudes it rocoked? IT sucked? Well telll me in a review!!!! Also i was initially going to make Padge the victorious pigeon but i like letting Rufus Bob live. Should i make an alternate ending or should i keep this one???? THANKS