The Ambush

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This short story is an alternate POV based on the short story "The Lookout" by Hullabaloo22.

Submitted: November 10, 2018

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The Ambush

 

The sun is low in the sky, almost sunset, as I glide silently toward the pond.  I am flying alone today, to draw him out, that is the plan.  We knew he would be hiding behind the branches he had placed at the edge of the pond.  He would be waiting just as he had every evening this week.

We had watched as he built his hiding place.  He spent so many hours carefully selecting branches from the trees, cuttings from the brush and even moved a few large clumps of cattails.  He had gone to so much work to make his hiding place look like it wasn’t there.  Did he not know that we were watching from high above? 

From high above, his hiding place looked pitiful.  We would fly silently overhead and watch as he would point his shotgun out over the water, swinging it as if he had one of us in front of him before shouting BANG and cheering.

Last year he took one of us, my mate, as she was landing on the pond.  She was the first in our formation.  He rose quickly from his hiding place, leveled his shotgun and fired before we had time to react, to escape.  He sent his dog to drag her from the water.  Why did he want to take a swan?  We destroyed his hiding place that day, but he never returned.

When he began building a new hiding place, we knew that he intended to take another of us.  We knew that we had to stop him or we could never remain on our pond.  That is when we made our plan, a plan that relied on him not knowing that we knew what he was going to do.

I took the lead and insisted on being the decoy.  The other three of our small flock were to attack from behind.  We had agreed to not kill him as he had done to my mate.  Killing was not my intention although no one in the flock would stop me if I tried.  We all agreed that we would only go as far as necessary to stop him from trying to take any of us again.

I dipped my wings and began a slow decent toward the lake.  He spotted me almost immediately as I glided from the sky.  I watched as he lifted his shotgun from the rack and moved forward to take up his position.  I knew that I was too far away for him to shoot, but I also knew that he was ready when I flew closer. 

From above, I could see two of our flock waiting in the water on each side of his hiding place.  Both were close enough to attack at any moment yet hidden where he would not see them.  Not as long as he was concentrating on me gliding toward him.

The last member of our flock was diving silently from behind him, hidden by the setting sun, this would be our surprise attack.  The attack that would keep him from firing his shotgun at me. 

I honked twice and began my final decent.  He stood and readied his shotgun.  He was smiling as he took aim at me.  He never saw what was behind him until it was too late.  I heard him grunt when he felt the full impact of 40 pounds hitting him in the back at full speed.  He was knocked from his hiding place and his shotgun flew from his hands.

I dove directly at him as he struggled to get up and knocked him back to the ground as I landed on top of him.  I was quickly joined by the two others that had been waiting and we began pounding him with our wings and biting him with our beaks.  The look on his face as he tried to protect himself from us told me that he did not know how strong we were, nor how fiercely we would fight.  He didn’t know what he was up against. 

Our fourth found his shotgun and quickly drug it to the water and let it sink.  Clearly overpowered, he ran, screaming as we chased, biting him, tearing his clothes, and continuing to beat him with our wings.  At the edge of the meadow, we stopped and watched him run.  We returned to the pond and destroyed his hiding place.  We showed him mercy this time.  If he returns again, we will not show the same.

 

 


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