A Bird Finds A Glowing Pebble

Since I had a few minutes between loads of laundry today, I thought I'd try something. It's called a writing prompt challenge. I'm given a sentence and have to build a story from it. The picture at the end is courtesy of ChatGPT. It followed the description I gave it exactly.  Ironically, my prompt involves birds. Hmmmm...

Today’s Prompt: A bird finds a glowing pebble and insists it came from the moon. And GO!

“I’m not kidding! This pebble fell off the moon. I saw it. It broke loose and fell right in front of me. It almost hit me in the beak!”

Ricky’s friends all have skeptical looks on their faces. This “pebble” doesn’t look the way any of them pictured a moon rock.

Wally tells his brother, “Ricky, I don’t think that fell from the moon.”

Ricky clicks his beak and turns his head to look Wally directly in the eye, “Have you ever seen a moon rock up close?”

Wally toes the ground with a talon, “Well no, but…”

“So, it could be!”

Wally mumbles, “It looks more like part of a golf ball with a glow stick in it. Some of us were sitting in the trees last night watching the humans at their night golf tournament. This is probably a ball that got lost and the mower hit it today. Did you hear the mower running just before this…thing almost hit you?”

Ricky thinks, “Hmmm, well, yeah. I guess the mower was running. But I saw it fall off of the moon!”

Ricky’s friend, Thomas, is having enough of this nonsense, “There’s no way you saw something this size fall off the moon!”

“Well, maybe it didn’t fall off the moon, but it came from the sky.”

“Yeah, it flew through the air after the mower hit it! Give it up, Ricky.”

Suddenly all the birds hear a whirring sound. They look up and see something large, shiny and flashing hovering above them. The birds are all trembling, watching the object get closer and closer to the ground. It lands with a thud and a door opens.

The birds are now huddled together with their feathers shaking as a silver object emerges from the door.

Ricky to nobody in particular, “What is that?!”

It’s short and round with two little legs, big feet, one green eye, polka dotted floppy ears and a cone sticking out of the top of its head.

The creature waddles toward the birds, who in turn back away from the glowing pebble, golf ball or whatever that thing is that almost hit Ricky.

The little silver creature stares at the birds and then his one green eye blinks and his mouth curves into a smile. He speaks with a British accent!

“One of my turn signals fell off.”

He reaches toward the ground, his arm extends to the green, glowing object and he scoops it up into his tiny silver hand. He waddles back in the direction from where he came. He once again extends his arm and reattaches the object in an empty hole on the side of his spaceship. The door opens and he steps inside.

He turns to the birds, who have not moved an inch.

He smiles again, “My name is Wink. Please, tell the humans they’re doing the moonwalk all wrong.”

There is a collective head tilt from the flock.

Wink blinks his eye several times and gives a wave, “Toodle-loo!”

The door closes, the shiny ship whirrs off in a flash. The birds watch it go, remaining totally silent.

Finally, Ricky speaks, “So what’s a turn signal? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those used by the humans here on earth. It must be an outer space thing.”

All the other birds nod in agreement.