Mindy

It's lunchtime and John takes his sandwich and pasta salad and can of cola to the bench he always sits at in the nearby park to watch the water, the birds, and the people. He nibbles a bit at the cucumber and sprouts and sun dried tomato, thinking that it might be a bit better with avocado but his had gone off so it was a sadly lacking sandwich. He sits it down in its waxed paper and wipes his mouth preparing to open his salad when some birds began to gether.

"Oh dear," he says. "I know you're up to no good. Shoo. GO on now. I want none of this today..."