>“Hey.”
>You continue walking along the street as the thing above you follows.
>“Heeey. I know you can hear me down there.”
>Ignore it.
>Just fuckin' ignore it.
>“HEEEEEY!”
>Now she's causing a scene. Everyone's looking at you.
>You grumble and lower your head, walking faster.
>“C'mon. Just a couple.”
>Abruptly, trying to catch her off guard, you turn into an alleyway.
>You look back but nope. She's still hovering above you, smiling like a happy fool.
>“You gonna give me some breadcrumbs now?”
“No, I don't even know you!”
>Turning on your foot you begin to sprint but come to a stop.
>Your head hits the wall.
“Fuck!”
>She giggles and points at your head, which sprouts a bruise from Tom & Jerry.
>Fucking horse.
>Bird.
>Does it matter at this point?
>“So uh... About them breadcrumbs.”
“No.”
>“Yes.”
“No!”
>“Yes!”
“YES!”
>“NO!”
“Fine, no breadcrumbs for you then.”
>“Haha! Finally!”
>You smile mischievously and walk back the way you came, satisfied she'll be confused for enough time to make a daring escape.
>“Wait... you tricked me!”
>You hear her flap her wings profusely and realise, it's time to go.
>“GIVE ME THEM BREADCRUMBS, MISTER!”
>You break off in a sprint, but it looks like you might actually escape this crumb crazed coo-er.
>It's almost working and then you trip on a fucking stone.
>Oh shit.
>She's faster than she looks.
>Within moments you fall and get pinned to the ground, the birdpony parking her plump rump on yours.
>You spit out some dirt.
“Why. Why go to all this trouble for some breadcrumbs.”
>She pokes at your pocket with her muzzle.
>“Motha.”
>Inside it now.
>“Fuggin.”
>Nibbling.
>“Breadcrumbs.”
>You groan.
“Of course.”
>“Name's Peep, by the way.”
>Fucking birdponies.