A tall, slendor, awkward man stomps through the forest in search of something. Always moving his head around, a pair of binoculars in his right hand, his left hand out for balance, looks for his goal.
The man's name is Mr. Binoc and he's looking for a rare species of sparrow not seen by most men on earth. On appearence an avid birdwatcher, Mr. Binoc pulls up his [[binoculars|Binoculars]] to search the envrionment.Mr. Binoc pulls out an old birdboook, flimsy binding, roughed up corners, and stained pages to reference information on his target. A rare species of Sparrow, double the normal size of it's cousins, is Mr. Binoc's goal. The imagery in the book is vague, only a few crude sketches give the impression of the rare bird. Only a few within the Birdwatchers hall of fame have ever come close to getting a glimpse of the rare creatures.
Mr. Binoc gazes intently trying to find any clues that may help him in his search.... "Giant Sparrows" "Flocks are reletivly small..." "Usually like to hide in bushes and sing all afternon."
Mr. Binoc puts the book back into his bag and looks around his [[suroundings|Forest]]. The [[sky|Sky]], [[trees|Trees]], [[insects|Insects]], creaitng the environment. Mr. Binoc, sits down and pulls out a sandwich and decides to have lunch as he listens to the distant birds singing. Many times in the past ten years Mr. Binoc has been on the hunt he has ran foolishly at the first sign he finds of the Giant Sparrows. Not this time.
Mr. Binoc eats his lunch, waiting, until the singing comes closer and closer until it is right in front of him behind some furns.
Mr. Binoc gets up slowoly and pulls the furns back to finally [[see|The feather]] what he has been striving for.Mr. Binoc sits down and begins to remember the first time he went seearching for the rare sparrows... Ten years ago.... A young adventurer, a bit stupid, always was behind the surb when it came to his competitors. Mr. Binoc always had to try a little harder, do a little more work, and push through the walls that seemed to twoer over him.
Not today. Today, he was about to find his prize. The acclaimed Giant Sparrows of North America. Yes, he was about to become victorious.
Mr. Binoc sowly made his way toward the [[loaction|The feather]] of the singing...In the bushes behind Mr. Binoc are the Giant Sparrows he's been looking for conviently out of sight. However, these sparrows aren't just wasting the day away by eating random seeds and bugs. These Sparrows are sophisticated.
Holding a camera steady toward Mr. Binoc, they try to take a picture of the Birdwatcher before he moves on his way.
"Did you get it yet?" says one.
"Almost..." says the second.
A tiny insect crawls past Mr. Binoc. It moves through the floor of the forest in search of it's next morsel... Mr. Binoc looks at it, thinks about crushing it becuase of its grotesque features... Mr. Binoc lifts his foot up...
Suddenly, a noise! A song! A [[bird song|Bird song]]! Mr. Binoc whips around in the direction of the melody...
The trees, tall, thick, sturdy, and full of bundled leaves towered above Mr. Binoc. Thousands of branches moving to and fro with the breeze of the day. Every branch absent of any inhabitants, or, at least flying inhabitants such as the giant sparrow Mr. Binoc was looking for...
Suddenly, a noise! A song! A [[bird song|Bird song]]! Mr. Binoc whips around in the direction of the melody... The Sky, blue, inviting, and open for adventure through light down into the forest creating a multitude of green shades in the forest. Mr. Binoc searched the sky looking for any sort of black flying object that could resemble the giant sparrow he was looking for. Suddenly, a noise! A song! A [[bird song|Bird song]]! Mr. Binoc whips around in the direction of the melody... The forest. Bright with color, a blue [[sky|Sky]], a slight breeze blowing through the [[trees|Trees]], and tiny chirping from small [[insects|Insects]] populated the environment. The temprature was a comfortable 75 degrees farenheight.
Mr. Binoc looked to either side of himself trying to spot any sign of the rare birds he so desired to find. Suddenly, a noise! A song! A [[bird song|Bird song]]! Mr. Binoc whips around in the direction of the melody... The whipser of a bird song flys through the trees into the ears of Mr. Binoc. The rise and pitch of the song matches perfectly with what his book describes... It's the rare tune of the scarce fowl he's looking for.
Mr. Binoc [[looks|Memories]] in the direction of the sound. Frozen, Mr. Binoc [[thinks|Lunch]]. He is [[anxious|The "Chase!"]]. An old pair of binoculars, about twenty years old, scrtached, dented, but still viable pan across the green suroundings of the forest in search of his target.... The leaves, the size of basketballs fly back and forth in the lense of the device as it's user hunts for his goal...
[[Insects|Insects]]
[[Sky|Sky]]
[[Trees|Trees]]
The user, Mr. Binoc, a renowned birdwatcher/photographer puts down his binoculars to give his arms a rest. He pulls out a [[book|Bird book]] from his satchel. He can't handle it any longer...He can't lose the rare birds again. Mr. Binoc has been on these brid's trail for ten years and he's not about to lose them AGAIN!!!
Mr. Binoc dashed of into the forest jumping over logs, swinging across ravines, and bolting over boulders until he crashed into the location of the bird song.
Mr. Binoc quickly moved away the furns blocking his view to [[see|The feather]] the Giant Sparrows... As he pulled back the furns, Mr. Binoc was only rewarded the presence of alone feather resting on the forest floor... The bird singing was gone. Puzzled, Mr. Binoc scratched his head. What could he have done wrong, he tried his hardest, they must still be nearby, hopefully...???
As Mr. Binoc planned his next move, some small chatter, too quite for Mr. Binoc to notice, was occuring in the [[bushes|The Birds]] behind him.