“I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured”
“Tom, no! What happened next?” eagerly asked John.
“I grabbed a fallen branch, a weapon to use when it attacked me”
“Go on Tom, go on...”
“Well, I stared back with a menacing expression on my face. It was not going to feed on me”
Just then, Tom’s wife came back from the lady’s room.
“How’s your knee Tom?”
She turned to John.
“Poor Tom tripped over on the lawn this morning and grazed his knee. Such a drama queen. You’d have thought he’d got a life threatening injury. He was even convinced that a pigeon was about to attack him while he was down! He picked up one of the kid’s toy spades and waved it around shouting ‘shoo shoo’. The pigeon just sat and stared. It probably found it as funny as I did!”
Tom wandered off to the bar to fetch another round of drinks.