I told this story to a few guildies a while back and decided to archive it in a longer format; so here is the story of The Great Flamingo Uprising of 2010 as told to me by my favorite cousin who was a keeper at the time.
In addition to the aviary/jungle exhibit, our zoo has several species of birds that pretty much have the run of the place. They started with a small flock of flamingos and some free-range peacocks that I’m almost certain came from my old piano teacher’s farm. She preferred them to chickens. At some point in time they also acquired a pair of white swans (Or as I call them, “hellbirds”) and some ornamental asian duckies to decorate the pond next to the picnic area. Pigeons, crows, assorted ducks and a large number of opportunistic Canada geese moved in on their own.
Now; the ponds that dot the zoo property (I don’t remember how many there are but the one by the picnic area is the only one with swans) were also full of ginormous koi fish, some of whom by now are at least three feet long. Sensing an opportunity to cash in on the koi, the zoo put up little vending machines all over the place that dispense handfuls of food pellets. I swear to god the fish can hear the crank turning, and will show up at the nearest railing, blooping expectantly at whoever happens to be standing there and doing their best to appear starving and desperate.
Like this.^ And they weren’t the only ones who learned to associate the sound with the imminent arrival of food. The Canada geese knew a good deal when they saw one, and had long since ceased to migrate anyway. They formed roving gangs of thug-geese and staked out their turf around the vending machines, ready to mug anyone with pocket change. Picture yourself as a small child squaring off with a bird fully prepared to strip search you while standing on your feet and yelling “HWAAAAAKK!!” in your face. It’s traumatizing to you and deeply hilarious to your parents.
Anyway.
The flamingos had their spot near the zoo entrance and never seemed to mind the presence of the other birds, as they kept themselves to themselves and didn’t really like the taste of fish pellets. The problem lay in that their shrimp pond was close to a vending machine. Ordinarily that wouldn’t have been an issue at all, but eventually the goose population grew large enough that one of the gangs decided to annex it. Being territorial little shits, they would harass the poor flamingos any time they strayed within ten feet of it. The flamingos tolerated this for years until one day they snapped collectively. Here’s a summary of the incident in chronological order.
1.) It was a hot day, so everyone in question both human and avian, were cranky by the time the zoo even opened. 2.) A few flamingos (let’s call them The Jets) strayed into the radius of the vending machine and were immediately confronted by the indignant hissing geese (The Sharks) 3.) Possibly due to heat and the simple fact that the geese had been giant douchebags for far too long, the flamingos decided fuck it, this time they were going to FIGHT BACK DAMMIT, and swarmed the geese en mass. 4.) Chaos ensued. The geese were outnumbered 4 to 1 but had the advantage of being able to scream for back-up. 5.) Hearing the shrieking Canada geese and the bellowing of the enraged flamingos, the peacocks came to the conclusion that the apocalypse had come upon them and began to gather in the surrounding trees in droves and wail in despair. Or cheer them on, whichever. 6.) NOISE 7.) Apparently one of the siege tactics employed by the geese is to shit explosively all over the sidewalks. Never in the grass. 8.) The geese, having secured reinforcements from all over the zoo, went berserk and proceeded to attack EVERYBODY who had come to watch be they human or otherwise. 9.) The flamingos were chasing/being chased by the geese through the crowd accompanied by cheers/wails from the peacocks in the box seats. 10.) Complete pandemonium when the zoo tram became stalled on the tracks by the flamingo pond due to battling birds. The Jets, sensing these were somehow reinforcements on the side of the Sharks, charged the tram. Adults were doing the duck and cover. So were the ducks. Small children were screaming, adding to the noise. People were slipping on goose shit and hitting the ground in the fetal position, only to be stampeded by the rampaging flamingos. 11.) The koi continued to bloop hopefully for food. 12.) Two of the geese were cornered by a rival gang of their own and were chased into the swan pond. Cue slow-motion. 13.) The swans detected an enemy presence in their territory and by god, SOMEBODY was going to PAY. 14.) The staff were having no luck in breaking up the fight and on the verge of giving up and just building another zoo elsewhere when the hellbirds stormed the battlefield, trumpeting battle-cries, to dispense feathered justice. The staff promptly dropped their brooms and fled. 15.) The uprising was squashed in less than two minutes. Number of casualties was unknown, feathers were flying everywhere and there was enough goose shit to build another bird. One staff member had been knocked to the ground and was left with a melon sized bruise courtesy of one of the hellbirds. Several children were traumatized, probably for life. The zoo eventually removed the vending machine by the flamingos.
The geese went back to being giant douchebags. Because geese.
I guarantee you this is the best thing you’ll read all week.
Lyn looked up as her child stormed into the house, one ear turning back in mild annoyance. “If he fuckin’ called ya a name, then its yer problem ta make sure he gets his ass kicked, not mine. Yer old enough ta take care a yer own battles, kiddo.”
Victor started kicking a wall repeatedly, “Why does he have to be so stuuuuuupid!?”
No. Just – no. The wheelchair is fine as it is. Please stop suggesting really shitty ideas. Oh my god.
It’s not even like I need the wheelchair, I just don’t know where my prosthetic is right now. And please don’t suggest anything for a replacement leg because I can only see this going really, really poorly.
“Oh, that’s just sad. The design of that contraption is appallingly basic. Where is the innovation or automation? Hmm,” tapping his chin, “Crab legs for all terrain versatility, cupholders, spikes, a mini cannon… maybe undercarriage lighting and of course a sound system.”
… It’s a wheelchair. A chair with wheels. That’s really all it needs – why the fuck would anyone need a mini cannon?
“Because wheels are incredibly poor as a means of mobility?” waving his hands hopelessly as if the explain everything, “How do you go upstairs with wheels? YoU DON’T!”
“Oh, that’s just sad. The design of that contraption is appallingly basic. Where is the innovation or automation? Hmm,” tapping his chin, “Crab legs for all terrain versatility, cupholders, spikes, a mini cannon… maybe undercarriage lighting and of course a sound system.”
“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.
“Oh dear evil gods,” Syx exasperated, “How do I explain villain politics? We aren’t enemies, more like rivals that don’t see eye to eye of a vast number of issues. The enemy of my enemy is sometimes my friend. Other times you want to punch his stupid teeth into his horrible purple face because he’s a crass bastard with no style!” he ranted, smacking his fist into his open palm, “So yes, I much prefer dealing with Flash then I do Psycho. I have a peace treaty with the group anyway,” he rolled his eyes, “Not that it stops his daughter from harassing me constantly.”
– Zagam chuckles, taking a hand to his lips to look less rude for his reaction. Is just that all Syx aspect didn’t says he is a villain , but who knows! maybe he is but hide it very well. “So the definition of villain is follow a criminal line of acts and behaivors but you simply looks so correct, even here now guiding me in a personal tour to a museum. I’m sorry but it’s quiet unexpecting. “ He knows villains, but those are more the cruel monsters one doesnt want to ever see. Even he for being a devil could scre more when he is angry. – “And just for curiosity…… and you don’t need to answer, what was your most evil act?” eyebrows up but soft amusement hoping at least hear about a full genocide or similar…
Syx stopped and looked at the man beside him somewhat startled. He’d been enjoying a day off, relaxed from keeping up appearances… but he was talking to a devil he reminded himself. Dropping into a serious expression he crossed his arms, “Who do you think your talking to?” he held up a hand, “I know I’m hardly the only blue genius in Metrocity anymore. Very well, a proper introduction then.”
Head held high Syx rattled off, “Megamind, criminal genius and villainous mastermind. Nemesis of Metro Man,” he placed a hand on his chest and offered Zagam a truly evil looking grin, “Though if you want for true criminal behavior you’ll have to look under Mr. Blue or the prison yard,” his bright green eyes hard, “They still tell the tales in hushed whispers on the man who’s blood I soaked the yard with.”
Rapists and pedophiles and serial killers, but he’d killed them all. In a blind rage more often then not. He started walking agian, hands in his pockets, “I’m under no delusions about what I am. I’m a civil monster, but a monster none the less.”
“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.
“The demon? I have no idea,” Syx frowned trying to recall what the old witch told him since it seemed it would be very relevant now. He closed his eyes, arms crossed and pursed his lips, “Never said where it came from. Messed up Psycho pretty bad, possession of some kind. They kicked it out and it left. Whatever it was it scared Flash enough that she bothered to spread word through the underground and tell me in person,” he glanced at the devil beside him, “That’s all I ever learned of it.”
He pointedly left out large pieces of info including the book on combating magic the witch had given him. Not lying as much as half truths. Show enough cards to continue the game, but never reveal them all.
– Zagam rolls his eyes disappointed for the type of demon they faced. “A poor devil for what you are saying. Demons just fall into possession when they are weak or otherwise needs to steal information from the person they possess and the people it knows. They maybe faced a small soldier.” Zagam lost interest in that but the names Syx mentioned were now more points for questions. – “Who is Flash?”
Syx just shrugged, he knew little about demon’s but he filed the information away to think on later, “Hot Flash, she’s the main fire wielder of the Doom Syndicate. You can’t miss her. Hot pink hair that’s always exciting and on fire,” he waved his fingers over his head as a demonstration, “She’s not bad really, as long as she’s in a good mood. I get along with her better than the others.”