Demon-fuglen
I dag har jeg gått igjennom alle de gamle skolebøkene og da fant jeg en del gamle tekster jeg har skrevet. Tenkte jeg ville dele en liten historie om en demonisk fugl ved navn Pippin.. Teksten er litt forkortet, er på engelsk og jeg inkasserte en sterk femmer på den i 9. klasse."My cousin arrived at my grandmother's house. She brought with her two rabbits and a bird in a cage. My grandmother decided that she was going to stay in the same room as me. She carried the cage with the bird up to the room and placed it on the bedside table by her bed.
I thought the bird was quite cute in the beginning. He was named Pippin, and had this funny feather thingy on his head. Then, after a while, I realized what kind of demon-bird he actually was. I ended up hating him, and I'm pretty sure he hated me too.
My cousin let him out of the cage every day because she said he needed to strech his wings. After a while the room was filled with feathers and bird-seeds.
I once decided that I wanted to go to bed early. I opened the door and discovered Pippin sitting on top of his cage. I though about going back downstairs and ask my cousin to put him back into his cage, but I decided not to. It was just a bird. Right?
I closed the door and changed to my nightgown. Then while I was laying in my bed reading a book, the bird started screaming. "Could you please shut up?" I said quite angrily. The bird suddenly stopped screaming. I was very surprised, but then I smiled, thinking to myself that he finally had accepted who's the boss. I took a deep breath and opened the book again.
I had been reading for about five minutes when I heard the most dreadful sound ever. The bird was sharpening his beak and the sound he made was a hundred times worse than when someone wipes of the blackboard with a way too dry sponge. This was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up in my bed and threw a magazine towards the bird. I didn't hit him. He was fluttering around in the room before he suddenly flew straight against me. I quickly hid under my blanket.
I heard that the bird had stopped fluttering and when I looked arund the room, I discovered him sitting on a frame over my bed, screaming louder than ever. I gave him an angry glance before I picked up the book and started reading again, while holding a pillow over my head to protect myself.
All of a sudden the bird flew down and landed on my blanket. He started to peck with his beak on my arm. I threw the pillow on the floor and sat up. The bird, still sitting on the blanket, stared at me. I bent down and looked into the birds small black eyes. I could see the wickedness in them. He let out a screech as if he was threatening me. "You have gone too far," I said, pointing at him. "You're going to regret this. I'm going to...." Suddenly the door opened and my cousin went in. "Hi!" she said cheerfully. "Hello!" I replied while I was desperately trying to smile back at her. "I can see you and Pippin have become good friends. Isn't he a lovely bird?" she said. "Indeed," I answered between clenched teeth. "Indeed.."





