Straight Outta Hitchcock
Today I went to school for a small group meeting. It went pretty well, but a scary thing happened on my way to the meeting. It was something straight out of the movies, and I am pretty sure it will make you pee pee in your pants.
There I was walking in the chilled June weather, the wind blowing my hair as I slowly made my way towards Coffmann Memorial Union, on the University Of Minnesota Twin Cities campus. Suddenly I saw ahead of me one of my group members named Mike. Seeing him I started to walk a bit more briskly thinking, perhaps I may be late.
Suddenly I heard something behind me, it was like a flapping noise. As quickly as the sound came to me, it left. I slowly turned my head glancing upwards and there I saw it. Swooping down at my head ready to attack was the biggest, most evil crow I have ever seen in my life. I quickly ducked and the crow swooped back up into the sky. I quickly checked my hair and backpack to make sure that the crow did not poopie anywhere on me.
It was that time that I relaized that the bird was not swooping down to poop, it wanted to attack me. For what reason? no one knows. But I thought perhaps it was to either kill me, or to rip my hair off and use it to make a nest. Maybe it is time to get a haircut.