The eerie mist spread through the forest underbrush like a nest of hydra
ravenous for their next meal, and entangling all who stood before it, in its
clammy grasp.  The birds who lived in the upper branches of the ancient
trees, looked upon the whole affair almost indifferently, and thought that
the long-awaited day had come for the creatures who refused to fly, and
those who disowned their wings, to be punished.

The birds, being great exaggerators, single-mindedly talked about this
event for the next few hours, and if someone had stopped to ask them what
happened, they would have discussed this occurence at great lenght, once
again, and never answered the anonymous questioner at all.

Unfortunately, this didn't happen, because if it did, they might have caught
a glimpse of the man's corpse when they turned to speak to him again, or of
the 'animals without wings' who had been disfigured by the the hungry mist,
and changed to 'animals without flesh', and whose already-rotten carcasses
now littered the forest floor, and maybe then, what came to past could have
been stopped, or slowed down.

The rumbling mist, now twice in size, started to gather at the base of the
trees infested with birdlife, and ravenously lashed towards their unwary
prey.  The birds was busy chattering about the unorthodox weather forecast,
and the celebration of their new-found independence, when they literally fell
prey to the mist's chilling breath.  Their independence was short lived.

Birds slided out of trees as far as the eye could see.  If the birds were
to be compared with the pieces on a snakes-and-ladders game, the board
would have to be tilted, and there should be no God-intervening hand to
catch the pieces.  The floor should also be replaced with the dark recessed
of death, if it hadn't been done already.  The rotten carcasses of birds
fell next to their fellow creatures - fellow creatures in death.
Neither would fly again.

The eerie mist only stayed a few seconds longer to finish sucking the
birds' bone marrow (a readily availabe delicacy) it couldn't get its long
clammy fingers on during the bird's rapid descent.  The sound of the birds was
now replaced with the deathly silence of the mist, which hung from the
treetops, and covered the forest's ravaged floor.

The silence was broken by a bone being sucked into the ground, accompanied by
the wails of a thousand tortured souls.  A large hole was all that remained.
The minutes drifted by.  Elsewhere, more creatures fell prey to the evil
mist.  Slowly, a demonspawn arose from the hole in the ground.  The
forest had become a breeding ground of bad things.

The mist had become green and luscious because of the pleasant forest life,
and solemnly decided to drift to new horizons.  The smell of death
followed, and so did the ever increasing army of undead.  So when you go to
bed tonight, be sure to lock your doors and secure your windows against any
unwanted 'guests'.