Feathered Baseball Revolution

(A pigeon in a tiny leather jacket stands at home plate, tapping its claw on the dirt. A sparrow pitches, wind whistling through its feathers as it hurls a walnut. The pigeon swings a twig bat, connecting with a crack that sends the walnut soaring - right into a window. A crow in a umpire’s cap calls "Fowl!" as a seagull steals second base, squawking victory. The outfield is a chaos of flapping wings and dropped worms, and the scoreboard? It’s a discarded pizza box with "0-0" scrawled in ketchup. Somewhere, a hawk waits in the bushes, eyeing the "ball" with hungry intent. The game pauses as a robin argues with the umpire, its beak flapping so fast it could power a wind turbine. The next pitch is a acorn, and the crowd - three sparrows and a squirrel - erupts into cheers. This isn’t baseball. This is a feathered revolution, and everyone’s out to win… or at least steal a French fry.)