I woke up to the sound of a bird chirping. I picked up my head to see a blue colored bird.

I put my head back down and stretched. After a few seconds I sat up grabbed my bow and arrow and aimed it. I nocked an arrow and pulled the string.

The arrow pierced the bird and the bird fell down from the palm tree. I rushed over to it and grabbed it.

"Sorry buddy, I need to eat." I said sadly.

I went through the forest to collect some more firewood. I got about 8 twigs and headed back.

I grabbed the 2 rocks on the previous night and scraped it together. After about a minute of scraping, the campfire finally lit. I grabbed the bird and put it over the fire on my twig and started cooking it. After about 30 minutes I took the bird off the twig.

"Ouch!" I said since the bird was hit from the fire. I grabbed the meat that looked edible to me and ate it.

Since the blue bird was sort of small, It didn't completely fill me up but I was still satisfied.

I heard a waterfall. I started to go towards the source of the sound. I was right, it was a waterfall. I cupped my hands and brought the water to my mouth.

"Mmmm."

It was fresh water. After drinking multiple sips I headed back to camp. I heard a loud stomp. I dived behind a thick tree and saw a big bird feet.

"Oh no." I said silently.

The mama bird was staring at her sons bones and back at me.