The day I fought a pelican

So yeah, this happent like 2 or 3 weeks ago, didn't post because of exhaustion and lack of time, but now that I'm free, I can tell you wot happent because WHY ME.

I ditched class that day and went to the beach alr, sitting on the pavement with buds on my ears and reading Carmilla again, the sea in front of me and the cool morning, everything was perfect.

BUT THEN, I feel something close to a dark presence beside me, and when I turn around and see what's there? A BLOODY GIANT BIRD, WHAT?!!! Though giant doesn't even begin to cover it, it was bloody MASSIVE, like my size while I was sat, and the FUCKING BEAK?! FUCK'S SAKE! Large enough for it to move its head and almost touch me. WELL, thing is, I didn't overreact, but certainly should've taken it more seriously because I stayed right where I was, and even told the lad to stay and read with me if it wanted, then went back to my book.

MISTAKE

I reckon it took it too seriously, well the WANKER tried to steal my book?! Like its beak landed on the edge of it, ALMOST TOUCHING MY THUMB, and I EVEN WRESTLED (it's Carmilla, like don't even joke lad) and somehow won. The pelican stood there for a few seconds while I was literally frozen. Worst part? The twat moves a little and... starts to sleep? What a bastard.

Well, nice thing is I was still calm somehow, took my bag and stuff, packed everything up and left clamly, scared that the little shit came after me.

I reckon I developed a phobia for these birds, but it's still a nice story innit.