Michael Scott Cain
	What I told the Man Who Asked If I Supported the War I was on my way back in from recess when Ellis Andrews, face flushed, ran over to me. Here is what he said: You should have seen what happened this morning. It was amazing, that's all, amazing. I heard all the sound of hell outside the kitchen, out in the back yard, you know? I looked out there and the ground was covered with birds, hundreds of them, enough to make you think the yard itself was alive and chirping. They were chattering away at each other, making such a racket it damn near ripped the ears right off my head. I ran up and got my shotgun, crept out real careful, still in my pajamas, laid the shotgun flat on the ground and fired. Forty-five birds dead in one shot. The others? Damn, man, you never heard a noise like they made in your life. Birds screaming, flapping their wings hard enough to stir up a wind. Baby birds hopping like crazy, crashing into each other, knocking each other flat as they tried to take off. I got four more on the rise.