Here we were, in the bar with large sticks being pointed at us. Dun Dee and Jasper just snatch three large boxes of fries from the two families seated near the kangaroo, Luke, being the smallest of us four, snagged a couple of bags from toddlers, which were, presumably, filled with burgers and more fries; and I had enough drinks for us to have two full glasses.
"Do you know who we are?" I squawked.
"We do," said a human, has on an apron. "You emus have come for the last time. We told you this would happen if you come back."
I stood my ground by raising my chest in the air. I stretched out my long neck and showed my sharp, strong beak to the tourists and workers. Showing them who was boss of this outback was of the highest importance. Little did the humans know of respect for other lives than their own. The time had come for a little lesson and the emu brotherhood was going to show the humans their power.
"You are on our turf, human," I said. I scratched my leg with the other foot and then drew out a straight line on the wood floor. "You came over like this," I dragged my foot from one side of the line to the other. I quickly drew our tribe of emus and the humans, each holding an ax next to a tree. "Then you built your homes and forced us out."
"It's the way of the world," a human from across the room yelled out. "Do you know how many of us have lost our homes?"
I knew that was the sound of the pity card coming out. Not the best time. Luke was a sucker for pity. He almost always felt bad for the other side.
"My mommy had to work two jobs to pay for what that jack-ass of a bird has taken from me," said a human who sat by the waterfall.
I looked at Luke. He was cracking. I could tell by the way his knee shook, by the way his beak clattered together. He was about to drop the goods and run. Think!
Like the night inching its way into the light, the tips of the spears drew closer.
"What will it be, birdie?" ask the human. "I'd love me some bird tonight."
"Gentleman and Ladies," I said as I moved my over the spear and pushed the tip down with my wing. "There is no need to be hostile. The rule is you feed us and we leave you alone for 95% of the rest of your day. Easy. Simple. If our demands for respect are not respected, bigger things will happen. And you don't want these bigger things to happen because, if they do, you, the bright people of this land, will have to be paid a visit from the great emu elder - and he does not take kindly to humans who disregard the sacred pact between human and emu."
"What the fuck are you talking about," said a human being a cash register. "I tell you what good people of this here restaurant. I'd love to cook me up some bird to cover the cost of what we've lost. It just so happens that we have some birds here with us. Capture the birds. Eat. Sound like a plan."
The whole restaurant clapped in unison, in agreement to what was said. It couldn't have gotten darker for us in the brotherhood even if Alfred Hitchcock was hired to scare the piss out of us. Birds or not, in the eyes of humans, we were thieves. Thieves had to be dealt with.
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STOPRun, Emu, run!! Can't trust the humans!!!!
HAHA