Profit of Doom
Whilst travelling back from my parents to sunny High Wycombe, we passed the grisly site of many a dead animal on the roadside. All sorts of the animal species were lain in their final resting place beside the A40. Approaching Witney, Évi commented on this fact, and what a terrible site it was. At this very point I espied two pheasants flying from right to left across the path of our car. Seeing what was destined to happen I applied the brakes sharply to hopefully miss the bird in question. Alas it was too late, the kamikaze pheasant was on an intercept course. The next second the pheasant careered into our car bonnet, causing it to barrel roll onto the side of the road as the next statistic of the road of doom. Poor Évi did not know to laugh or cry.
