What is this place?

I had just woken up to see several birds staring at me. These birds looked a bit odd though. They didn't have any limbs, and they had eyebrows.

"Mighty Eagle?" said a red one, looking at me.

I growled at him in response. How dare he call me an eagle! But somehow, he wasn't scared of me.

"What the peck?" said a small blue one.

Then a yellow cone-shaped one came up to me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"My name is Gilda, dweebs." I said, angered. "And how dare you call me an eagle! I'm a griffon! There's a HUGE difference between these two species!"

Red's POV

We all thought to ourselves, does this make Gilda of bird descent? Griffons are half-eagle, which is also a bird, and she IS technically one.

Then, I grabbed a slingshot, as Chuck took Gilda and shoved her into the rubber band.

"Put me down, you dweebs!" Gilda said, trying to kick Chuck off, but he jumped off before she could kick him off.

Bomb grabbed the rubber band and stretched it, causing the griffon to fly. She was also roaring like us birds would when we were angry. Just then, she crashed into a tower several pigs were sitting on. The tower fell down, and several pigs ended up popping from being hit by wood, stone, and ice.

Gilda was of bird descent.

Gilda's POV

Did those dweebs seriously think it was a good idea to launch me into these structures?! They're lucky I survived this. I'm just gonna go and give them a beating of a lifetime.

At least I was gonna do that, but then I heard them singing.

"Mighty, Mighty, Gilda,
you saved us!
Defender of our homes and liberty!"

"Bravery!"
"Humility!"
"Anger-y!"
"Grrrrr!"

"Mighty, Mighty, Gilda,
you...saved us! La, la, la, la
Laaa, la, la,
La, la, la, la"

Just then, I saw another bird that looked exactly like the red one, except bigger, and the red was a darker shade.

"Laaa, la, la,
La, la, la, laaaaaaaaaaah!
Hmmm?"

The bird just grunted happily.

I looked around and saw several birds praising me. I just sighed. I had no choice. They liked me.

Wait, they liked me? I never thought I would have another friend since that Rainbow Dweeb. Maybe they would understand how I feel if I told them my problems?

"Um," said a white bird, "is something wrong, dearie?"

"Well, let's just get this straight," I said, "my only friend decides to choose a pink annoying party prat over me, and I end up here when trying to find my way home. I can't believe it. Why would these things happen to me?! There's literally a million other dweebs out there, yet I have to suffer."

"I like you," said the same red bird who had called me a Mighty Eagle earlier today. "You definitely have all the qualities that an angry bird like us have. You should join our flock."

I pondered for a moment. They actually appreciated me, unlike that Dweeby Dash, who left me behind for that Pinkie Prat.

"Offer accepted," I said, smiling.

I guess this place won't be so bad after all.

Author's Note

The song the birds sang was "The Mighty Red Song" from the Angry Birds Movie, but with a few lyrics changed.