“Hey! Give that back!” shouted Molly, as the swooping birds took her lunch. They were swooping as if they have never swooped before. We were ducking, bending, crouching, squatting and stooping up in the playground. Pretty soon everybody was under cover, as if it had started hailing, and over all the windy noises we heard the loudspeaker: “All students please get under cover and out of the bird-storm, all students out of the storm please!” Mary at the office added, as some boys, thinking they were so cool in my opinion, ran outside. Idiotic boys. “Watch that poop!” I yelled.