There was a bird. I gave it food.

The bird came closer.

So I gave it more food.

The bird came even closer.

I thought, maybe just some more ...

The bird came even closer.

... or maybe just a liiittle bit more.

The bird came even closer.

At this point, I didn't have much left, but

the bird came even closer

and kept staring at me in a very demanding way. And then ...

the bird came even closer!

It was now so close it could peck at my leg. Maybe that was its goal? But no,

the bird came even closer.

It flew up at my shirt and grabbed it. It fluttered while trying to find a stable position. Its wings and claws were bigger than expected up close. Now it was just hanging there, never losing eye contact. It could now peck my eye. There was no escape. I knew I had no more food left, but I kept searching for some: "Maybe I forgot some?? Is there some? I need some food before this bird gobbles up my intestines with joy!!"

The bird came even closer.

The bird was now at eye level, switching between my eyes looking for food. Its left eye was dominant. Occasionally, it seemed to get tired and switched to its right eye, rapidly turning its whole head in a nerve-wracking way, but it would quickly switch back, as if being left-eyed might be a bird thing. I just sat there, totally overwhelmed by the situation. It started clacking with its beak: clack, clack, clack. I froze so hard and knew in that moment that sound would terrify me for the rest of my life, however long I had left. I was a deer in the headlights. My eyes were wide open, ready to get pecked. Anyway,

the bird came even closer.