So while I get stalked in my dreams by purple alligators, my housemate Tony is now convinced that the pheasants of Exmoor are out to get him. In the past three days, he's been attacked on his motorbike going to or from work, by four of them. He's pretty sure he eliminated three of his would-be assassins, but the fourth might have survived to try again another day.
While the thought of losing my best friend to a fat feathery fowl with less brains than a pigeon is depressing, it is also murderously funny! Reminds me of the Tae Kwon Dodo's from the movie Ice Age!
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