As the rain finally stopped and the sun broke through, Red picked up his cracked tablet one last time. He opened FilmyZilla.
One of the hatchlings, a little red fuzzball, was trying to roll a stone. It wasn't working. He looked at Red with big, sad eyes. “Uncle Red? Why are you watching movies about being angry… instead of being angry?” angry bird filmyzilla
He pointed a trotter. A new fortress was rising on the beach. A cinema. A giant, glittering cinema with neon letters: As the rain finally stopped and the sun
That’s when the pigs arrived. Not with siege towers or giant slingshots. They floated down on velvet cushions, holding popcorn. It wasn't working
The rain hadn’t stopped for three weeks on Bird Island. Not since the pigs stole the last of the Golden Eggs.
He pulled his arm back, the hatchling giggling in his grip. “We’ve got something better.”
“Because…” Red started. Then he stopped. He looked at the pig cinema. He looked at the hatchling. He looked at the 99% download.