AHHHHHH, NO NO NO NO. Why did these villainous birds have to come now? Always the worst timing, does this only happen to me? All I wanted was to lay in the sun, can’t even do that…nevermind. Okay turn…turn. Why am I not turning? Oh wait…I have to move for that. Here we go (flips over)... well that was a struggle. Go away… please. Am I not blending in or what??? Are these birds after something else? My colors are showing right?( checks) Yea, I think the colors are still there? Even, I can't see them properly, that means that I am camouflaged right? When did these birds have such sharp eyesight? Did I sleep for too long? OMG…too many questions. Finally…they are leaving. And… I’m alone…again. I shouldn’t have flipped over, at least then I would be alone. Would I have gotten eaten?... Yes, but I still regret it. 

Long strides. My legs move in long, fast strides, zig-zagging across the bare and grassy ground beneath me. My body is heavy, feathers drag it down, but my legs are strong. I glide. What my body lacks in ability to fly, it makes up for in leg-power. The wedge-tailed eagle watches me from above, swooping down now and then to try to get a hit, but I’m just too fast. My running pattern confuses them, giving me a few more seconds to escape. Man, this sucks. My feathers ruffle, long and dangly yet sporting a striking brown colour. The perks of the rough emu feathers is the fact they help me blend in. Most animals can’t seem to find me when I’m hidden in the plain, feathers acting as a shield to help me disappear against the grass. This time however, the eagle seemed to have noticed. I guess I should be grateful for my near lack of predators, but they’re still annoying to have. 

I keep running. Going and going until my legs begin to sore. The eagle swoops down once more, but this time, I stop. I’ve confused them, I can tell. Stopping near me for only a few seconds, I begin to shake and rattle my feathers. The noise is terrible, but it’s working. The eagle swooshes back, terrified of the noise. Nows my chance. A leg kicks up into the air, the heaviness of my feet bringing it back down hard on the eagle. My nails are sharp, they scratch. 

Finally, the eagle gives up, flapping its feathers and flying away, tired from such a long and pointless chase. Heh. I give a celebratory grunt, a sign of my victory.

That’ll teach them to mess with an emu!