Yesterday, I was shocked to find a dead bird outside my door. It would have been one thing if he was laying motionless behind the glass door, leading to my back deck. However, he was literally situated behind my bedroom door. My wooden, bedroom door, on the second floor of my house. This was very curious indeed...

Immediately, I knew there could be only one reason for his being there. He must have been bringing me a message! A very important message, surely. I quickly turned him over, and looked for some kind of parchment tied to his ankle. There was none.

I ran downstairs, and noticed that one of the windows was wide open.....that must have been the way he came in. Not knowing where to go, or what to do, I threw open the front door, and frantically searched for a sign, a clue....something, that could help me understand the purpose of this poor bird's mission....a mission that ended so horribly.

It didn't take me long to notice a man standing across the street. He had on a large, grey wool coat (which was strange, because it was the middle of july), and had shaggy, greasy hair down to his shoulders....He was staring right at me.

I cautiously stepped towards him and cried out...."who are you?? What do you want??"

He smiled, and called back, in a low, raspy voice...."I know what that bird was gonna tell you...."

"What??", I said, feeling progressively nervous.

He started laughing, a horrible, evil laugh..."He was going to tell you...that your time, as ruler of the tribe of Nosbit, is coming to an end, King Roger......"

"What are you talking about???"

He looked uncertain and hesitated before saying..."are you not King Roger, from the lands of the Far East? Ruler of the Nosbit tribe, who is currently at war with the Spokites of the North??"

"I have never heard of anything you are talking about..."

"I see......I'm embarassed....I really thought you were the king...."

"Nope..."

"Geez...well I have no idea why that bird was bringing you a message then..."

"It's cool...I'll keep looking around for clues or something..."

"Yeah....yeah....well good luck!"

"Thanks man....I appreciate it.....and good luck with that war of yours...It sounds pretty intense."

"Yeah, thanks.....I guess I'll see you around??"

"Umm....yeah, maybe. We're actually having a cookout tomorrow...I don't know if you wanted to come by...."

"...Hm....I'll have to ask my wife....what time??"

"Around 8...."

"Alright....should I bring anything?"

"Maybe a six pack or something....but it's not necessary...."

"Ok....well, maybe I will..."

"Cool....welp...have a good night!"

"You too!"




To this day, I still don't know what that bird wanted to tell me...

"Julian, didn't you say all of this happened yesterday??"

- "Yeah...so I guess I haven't been trying to figure it out for too long...."

"I bet you'll figure it out one day..."

- "I hope so................................I hope so................"