Gummy made his way over to Rocky’s nest, where he hoped the bird will be, and he knows he will only have one shot at making the bird pay, since Rocky thinks he killed the gator and left him for dead.
It’s hard to tell how long it’s been since he was attacked, but he can tell by the sunset that Rokcy’s latest heist must be under way by now. That kind of operation must take Angel and his team at least a couple hours to fully complete, and Gummy hoped that Rocky will have taken his place and overseen the operation himself. With any luck Gummy will be able to sneak over to Rocky’s nest and wait for the bird to return.
‘Finally a plan’ he thought to himself as he continued to make his way over to the nest.
That proved to be a bigger challenge than Gummy had expected. While Rocky wasn’t able to kill him, he sure came close and Gummy is starting to feel the full effect of the falling rock to the head as well as the open gashes from what must’ve been Rocky’s sharp talons.
He decided to double-time it to the bird’s nest, despite his quickly deteriorating condition.
The sharp pain he felt with every passing step is enough to make Gummy question why he ever wanted to leave Rocky in the first place. ‘Sure that birds a psychopath and sure I probably wouldn’t have lasted too much longer, but at least I’d be in one piece, hell I’d even have some cider coming my way pretty damn soon.’
With no time to second-guess himself. He’s reached the bird’s nest, well the ground beneath the bird’s nest at least. ‘Now what?’ he asks himself.
With no one else around to answer his question, he answers himself with an obvious ‘Now I climb.’
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‘Mistake, big mistake, huge gigantic mistake’ Gummy told himself after every branch that he made a pathetic effort to ‘climb’.
Sure Gummy could have sat there and counted his lucky stars that Rocky happened to pick a tree that most creatures could easily climb, or even that his nest was no where near the top. But that wasn’t the problem, Gummy knew he could climb that tree any day and had in fact done so before to get that birds attention. Rather it was Gummy’s overall health, falling so fast that he was wondering what his plan was once the bird got back.
Gummy even wondered how long he’d be able to live even if he was able to kill the bird. He’d been bleeding out most of the way from Froggy Bottom Bog and had only recently stopped bleeding so heavily. But the tree and many of its sharp branches made sure to reopen most of his wounds.
None of it mattered though, all Gummy wanted now was to kill that bird and then fall into a deep well deserved sleep, and in that order.
With that last piece of encouragement gummy found himself reaching the bird’s nest.
He sat there breathing heavily after his life-threatening climb to the nest. The nest was large enough that the alligator was able to easily hide among the many branches that made up the nest.
He then thought that in order to have any chance of beating the bird he’d not only need the element of surprise but a weapon. He doubted that he could use his once powerful jaws to ‘gum’ the hawk to death.
He wanted to smash that bird on the head, the same way he was so brutally assaulted himself . He wished there was a rock around, but seeing as most birds don’t build their nest with rocks, and Gummy was certain he didn’t want to climb back down the tree now, he settled on a thick branch.
Now he waited for that bird to return.