“Alrighty, change of plans, kiddos. We’re playing inside!” Marshall informed his now quite disappointed children.
“Dad! Come on!” The two siblings pleaded in creepy unison.
“Now, now. It’ll be fun. We can play board games, color, not be eaten by giant menacing birds, and eat junk food!” Marshall said.
“What was that third thing?” Louisa, the oldest asked.
“Coloring books!” Marshall replied, knowing full well he had slipped.
“I don’t think that was i-” Louisa began.
“No, no. It was. Really. Let’s just get away from the door, okay?” Marshall shooed the children away, keeping one eye on the bird.