The Laughlins

It was bound to happen. There I was, walking down the sidewalk with Mark, just walking and talking...and suddenly...SPLAT!! IT happened. Yes, IT. A big juicy splat landed on the top of my head. I knew what IT was right away, but I quickly touched my head without thinking, only to have a white hand. I looked up, and there sat the culprit: a silly bird on top of the telephone pole. Mark laughed, and I ran home and washed my hair. I am now a bird attack statistic...are you?