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	Part 3: And they lived to tell about it I help Mike to his feet and get his arm over my shoulders and we start gingerly moving away, him hopping on his good leg. Once we clear the attack zone we turn to look back. We realize that a half-circle of about 30 people, Lisa included, are standing, watching this debacle. A young boy, about 10, left the group and walked under this tree. He pointed up and said he could see the bird sitting in the tree. Before even finishing the sentence the bird shot out of the leaves right for the kid. He turned tail and sprinted out of there, the small bird two feet from the back of his head the entire time. When he got back to the group of people the bird gave up the chase returning to the tree. The best we can figure, the bird had a nest in this tree along the walkway and attacked anyone who got to close to it. Tough luck for the bird because the following day, this park would play host to 1 million people coming to St. Louis' V.P. Fair. As for Mike, he spent the next six days on my couch and we watched a lot of tv and ate a lot of take-out. He underwent several visits to the doctor regarding his knee after returning home. Lisa did not enjoy her first and last visit to our fair city. Not many people have the ability to sit in one room for a week with two flatulent-ridden guys making fun of people on the tv and quoting lines from the same three movies. As for your narrator, this serves as my most madcap adventure and I cannot retell the story without shrieks of laughter throughout. Also, this recanting has much more punch in Mike's presence given his beleaguered moans and head-in-hand mutterings. I would like to extend thanks to the BirdMan for making this tale possible as well as Lisa 'Zabruder' Glasgow for purchasing the disposable camera in the Arch's gift shop not ten minutes earlier because if it were not for these photos, the movie rights to the Birdman Legend may not be as easily sold. Prev

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