One day I was walking down the beach, minding my own business, when a couple birds started circling overhead. Well, we all know what birds usually do when they circle overhead . . . it rhymes with commit, and I didn't want any birds "committing" on my nice, clean head.
I quickly ran out into the beautiful blue water where I thought the waves would keep them at bay. As it turns out, they were just circling and waiting for me to get out of their dance circle. They were getting ready to have a "Hula Love-In" dance. I don't know how I didn't notice all of the Tikis and torches, and there was even a disco ball and colored lights everywhere.
They started to dance, then there were more, and more. Soon, it seemed like there were thousands of birds all doing the Hula dance, with me stuck in the middle of it. They all started swirling and spinning, the weather started to get stormy with lightning and rain, and a stack of Tikis came crashing down on top of my nice, clean, un-committed-upon head.
When I came to, I was on a stretcher with a crowd of people standing around. I could hear the paramedics saying something about tetro-something-er-other toxin, overdose, poison, and the like. It all became clear . . . I had not spent the evening doing the Hula with those birds, but rather, it was all a dream. A very terrible nightmare.
I learned my lesson that day. I learned it well. Never again will I vape the puffer-fish e-liquid that the local one-eyed beggar sells on the corner!