As the raindrops patted the ground around, the blackbird stood and waited. It was looking for a nice, juicy worm for its lunch, and knew they couldn’t resist the temptation to come out of the ground in the rain.
The blackbird caught site of a worm in the corner of its eye, and flew over to it. It grabbed the worm with its beak, and tried to pull it from the ground. The worm was strong. It didn’t want to be eaten, and had other ideas. With all its might, it went back underground, dragging the bewildered blackbird with it.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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