Stretching and grasping for any available handhold or crevice with his spindly fingers, and bracing himself against the same anchorpoints with his powerful legs and large feet, Ozzy slowly worked his way up the side of the bluff. It wasn’t easy for him; his body was built for running, not climbing. Still, he and Strut had been in many situations in which they had had to climb to safety, so he liked to think that he was better at it than the average egg stealer. The climb seemed to take hours, but Ozzy was so focused on attaining his eggy breakfast that he didn’t care.
Finally, Ozzy’s claws gripped the edge of the outcrop on which the nest was built. As he pulled himself up, he craned his long neck over the edge, and drooled at the sight that met him. There must have been over a dozen eggs nestled within that shabbily woven saucer of twigs and tree needles, ready to crack open and eat.
“Aaah…” Ozzy rasped hungrily, “at last!”
He reached out an arm to pluck an egg from the nest, and was about to decide which one he would eat first when there was a whoosh and a gust of air, followed by a thump directly in front of Ozzy. The egg stealer stood frozen in place for a second or so, then slowly looked up, meeting the gaze of a very cross-looking flyer.
“Oh, crap” would have been an accurate human translation of the thought that entered Ozzy’s mind at that moment.
Ozzy grinned as innocently as he could. “Uhh…I think this one’s a dud,” he said, pointing at the egg he had been about to grab. “Mind if I take it off your hands?”
The force of the flyer’s beak hammering down on Ozzy’s snout should have been enough on its own to knock the egg stealer off the cliff, but Ozzy expedited his fall as his hands instinctively flew to his throbbing nose, relinquishing their hold on the outcrop. Ozzy proceeded to tumble backwards down the cliff, his initial cry of pain quickly becoming a drawn-out scream of terror. He landed directly on top of Strut, both egg stealers collapsing into a heap.
“Ow,” Strut grunted. Then he looked up at his brother lying on top of him and asked optimistically: “So, Oz, did you get any eggs?”
“Shud ub, Bark Brain,” Ozzy groaned, still holding his aching nose.