TruffulaTreeagle <3

The meeting.

|c/w: alcohol addiction implications, Smoking, bullying |
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It was a quiet day, the birds were sing songs.. expect one, a wingless fellow who resembled a worm, but he constantly pushed off the idea of himself ever being even related to a worm.

He found himself wandering in a colorful forest after getting jumped by a few hateful folks, he was very lost. But having just lost his job, no money in his pocket, he had no where to be to begin with, and so he continued on the dirt road path that was mostly overgrown by shrubbery, his makeshift cardboard eagle wings moving in the quiet but brisk breeze.

He could swear he heard some commotion, a argument perhaps? .. He wasn't really pleased by the idea of people not getting along. But the idea of anyone being around here confused him, it was such a secluded area, he was surprised he even found his way here. He followed the noise to the source of it, to which he found a small orange-ish yellow fella and a Young man, who looked his age or around his age at least, causing a lot of noise, to which the wo- eagle- Quickly responded by getting his noise canceling headphones on, just to be prepared incase things got bad between the pair.

The smaller man seemed to have stormed off in a huff before it could get any worse, The uninvited eagle silently watched as the man straightened his green suit and hat before rolling his eyes in a mocking gesture to the now walking away furry orange man. The eagle internally sighed a sigh of relief that the two's disagreement, whatever it may be about, didn't get any worse ..

Theres just one tiny issue though.

You see, the only problem with having amazing noise canceling headphones is you can't tell when people sneak up behind you.

Thankfully, it was a tree,

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A tree that was currently about to get cut down.
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The tree slowly dropped as others in the distance began to fall as well, being the result of two careless boys swinging axes at any piece of nature they seen, almost hitting an animal who luckily was too small to get hit, as the tree fell, the mentally paralyzed eagle excepted his not-so-well written fate.

but the eagle suddenly felt something move him out of the way.

"Woah- oh- oh! Careful there!" The green gloved man said with a chuckle in his warmly toned voice. The smaller slimy man was stunned, he mentally noted that somehow, someway, someone actually saved him from getting hurt. especially an "attractive man". His thoughts were screaming. "A very attractive man. He was hot. I mea-" .. Were getting off track. The point was that if the Oddly pink fleshy eagle had been a normal shade for the feathered Accipitridae he had claimed he was, it would be painfully easy to tell how flustered he is.

The taller male helped the wriggling other to balance while he was still in total shock, he looked over to see the two boys from earlier kicking a bear looking thing around like a football. It reminded him of South Park.. it was quickly shut down by another person nearby though, and from what he heard this wasn't the first time they were being scolded for this action, the short guy took to quick caring of the smaller animal, which he thought was sweet.

The same warm voice broke the eagles train of thought, "You're not with them are ya?" The man in the suit said, with a slight peppered mock laced in his voice, as if he found anyone to be siding with them amusing, "N-No! Im just a bit- uhm.. lost? But i don't have anywhere to be so.. am i lost? Well- hmm-" "So your not from around here?" "Oh! Uh- no" The taller dapperly dressed man laughed to himself, he probably expected another "mystical tree being" to attempt to shut his growing business down right as it was hitting its peak.

By this time The eagle had noticed the quite loud and big machinery making.. fabric?. Scarfs?. He wasn't exactly sure what was being made, but it looked cozy, something the butterfly cultist he knows would wear for sure.. or the self indulgent lamp who couldn't keep a bottle away for more then an hour. But he had no room to talk, he smoked as if he would die if he did not have a cigarette in his hand. But he obviously knew it was the opposite.

The taller male observed him, noticed a paper hanging out of the smaller males tattered blue bag that very visibly read "FIRED" in bold letters, which sparked an idea in the well dressed mans head.

"Would you like to work with me?"

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- End.

[ A/N ] : THIS IS SATIRE DONT KILL ME HAJAHSHJ