It was mid-afternoon, when terror struck the Oiseau family. A cool breeze brought a peaceful calm over the couple. With it, smells of Nutella and Crepes wafted over the unsuspecting occupants flitting about the sandy park grounds, munching on bread crumbs and half eaten sandwiches. Mr. and Mrs. Oiseau had just arrived to Paris after traveling a full weeks journey. All they wanted was to rest, so they made their way over to the massive expanse of brown water that stood in the center of the park.
"This really is a beautiful place," Mrs. Oiseau chirped as she cocked her head back and forth watching the boats sail on the open waters, feeling the maritime mists coating her brawny body.
"Ah, we could settle in just nicely here," her husband added as he perched himself on the wall of the fountain. He had tried for 5 unsuccessful years to convince his wife to migrate into the city, but she was set in her ways; convinced the big city, with its giant walls, would leave her feeling caged.
"Ah, whatever you old crow," she teased. "This is just a visit. Don't you go trying to talk me into staying. Now, what's next on the agenda for..." she paused mid-sentence, "Did you hear that?"
A low whistling sound began to ring out over the park, a noise unlike anything the couple had heard, sending shivers down their tailbones.
"Oh, its probably nothing," Mr. Oiseau unconvincingly assured. "Don't get your feathers all ruffled, dear. It's just a little wind."
Boom!
An ungodly sound echoed creating a vibration that seemed to shake the earth, and the Oiseaus, to the very core!
Boom, boom, boom. Again, and again shock waves filled the park, sending the terrified occupants into fight or flight.
"Run for your lives!" screeched Mr. Oiseau as he began running, bobbing his tiny body, and moving his feet as fast as he could.
"Run if you want, I'm out of here," Mrs. Oiseau said over her shoulder as she stretched her feathers and flew up into the chaos of pigeons flying in terror at the sounds of the instruments.
"Oh, right," thought Mr. Osiseau, and he too spread his wings and took flight into the air, away from the cacophony of drums.
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