[This is, like, probably the saddest thing Heather has ever seen. Even taking into account the memories from what is arguably, at this point, her future.]
[Fortunately for the two SCREAMING INFANTS hiding in the trash can, help is at hand.]
[There is a piercing child's battle-shriek, a loud THWACK, and an offended squawk. This is followed by a deafening chorus of wingbeats as the attacking flock departs.]
[Soft down feathers begin to coat the earth outside of their trash shelter, drifting gently down from above.]
BABY SASS ENTITY TO THE RESCUE
[Fortunately for the two SCREAMING INFANTS hiding in the trash can, help is at hand.]
[There is a piercing child's battle-shriek, a loud THWACK, and an offended squawk. This is followed by a deafening chorus of wingbeats as the attacking flock departs.]
[Soft down feathers begin to coat the earth outside of their trash shelter, drifting gently down from above.]
[All is silent.]