How I met the president

THE BIRDS

The day I met the president presented it self in no unique manner, it was plain as the rest of my living days. I was at my mothers house waiting for father  to fatch me.

As I was set down on a chair in the kitchen, staring carefully through the window, I could see a blue bird, tiny in size  playing outside near mother's fountains. It appeared as if the bird had  some sort of goal to accomplish.

I was soo curious, continued starting at each gesture of the bird. Finally it seemed it had found it's target,it paused looking  at the big fountain , I too trying to catch sight of what my new friend was soo interested in.

It appeared to be a worn, just as the bird was about to approach and devour the juicy worm, another bird landed roughly.This one appeared to be darker than my newly found feathery  friend. Both of the same size. staring into each other's eyes and sharply back at the target.

I thought , a fight is going to take place. Pulled out my phone and stepped silently near the the window, with my heart pounding faster. As both bird were about to take off.

I payed great attention to what was to take place next, neglecting my own environment till a loud sound caught me off guard.. "jeyd"  ....

Jumped up, filled with a great deal of anger as I realized my gladiators flew.
What?? It was my dad, it's been a while since we seen each other and I expected this meeting to be quite pleasant but with such an opening,I lost all hope.

Why did you do that, stared back at the window then i realized the corpse of my phone laying silently on the ground.
Dad look.. I Shouted