CHAPTER THIRTEEN
He stood there and looked further downstream from the bridge and saw that big white bird flying toward him. This time the bird flew toward him, aiming at him. He stood still as his heart started pounding, calling the bird bluffing. The bird as if angry flew toward him like a bullet. The man stepped backward and quickly glanced to see how much space was behind him to retreat before ducking in case the bird did not divert. His heart increased the pounding. He forced a smile. As it felt like a dream, but the moment he recalled sending the bird down the river on a false account. He knew why the bird was mad at him. He quickly looked at the padlock in his hand and briefly stared at the engraved names. He smiled, but the sound of the angry bird as it approached startled him. In
