A Terrible Word: The Birds

Narrated 'claim' that eco-deformity draws ravenous bird attacks in Louisiana, in this adaptation of a Hitchcock tale-for-the-books.

An eco-fanfiction horror tale of that timeless flight-leviathan freak-cinema The Birds (Alfred Hitchcock), for which I'm including a rather intriguing bird-attacks eco-domain BBC news-story image linked to our modern Earth 'helmets' for adverbs for eco-pollution (perhaps superstitions?). Thanks for reading. 

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I didn't know how or why I'd survive this ordeal of great paranoia, linked with what I sensed was a country-bird flock sensitization to climate-change and human world encroachment on eco-habitats and securities. I was in New Orleans for Mardi-Gras when we began to take stock of some nasty teams of wild birds wandering above and flying at very-high speeds, drawing out some Selfie-consumerism commentary culture superstitions readings of the 'leviathan' blend of civilization theater and human-face disorientation (for the Ego).

The birds were everywhere after the attacks began, and I teamed-up with local New Orleans policewoman Ezzy Harris; she took me as her ally for some salvation-hope mission in Louisiana, since I had become familiar with great target-shooting skills and designed special hot-water long-range rifle weapons and used them to shoo-away the ravenous creatures with some eco-exorcist like offense, sensing their 'malice' was somehow linked to our human helmets of eco-leviathan (ok).

Ezzy had become a respected policewoman of New Orleans, and this Mardi-Gras season wasn't something she'd allow to become a natural leviathan for manmade hideousness; and she'd been right to recruit me, to ally with me, as her hero-man, and I knew she was someone to admire or even adore (and I did). She feared for our lives, but we trekked in her police truck and carried my weaponry for exorcist-warrior class hopes, and those ravenous birds...didn't relent on any of the city's skyline 'feelings' for escape (damn).

EZZY: Shoot liberally, like a liberal...this is the hour of unexplained punishments (Earth).

ME: You said it there, Ezzy Harris; we need police 'force' of thought for this anathema (now!).

EZZY: I'm falling for you, sweetheart.

ME: I'm a fantastic marksman, Policewoman (Facebook-like).

NEWS_STORY (Cyber-Fanzine, Dartmouth): "The victim, a woman-in-red, so completely bloody and hellish, was seen running through the fields of Louisiana, having her head and face horribly stricken by one of these 'special teams' of striking birds of the darkened eco-skies of concern (as we suggested)...and we residents of New Orleans were now part of some bizarre 'workshop' story (or movie)."

EZZY: Do you understand why we endured that Hell, hon?

ME: The birds relented...satisfied with bloody-murder of an eco-doctorate (unsure).

EZZY: It's because I love you...and it's because we're fans of the Saints (Super Bowl).

ME: Good for truth (thanx); I'll get our (future?) son a Saints-trophy (for the books).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)