As Sophia sat on the bench, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation wash over her. The warm sun on her skin, the gentle rustle of the leaves, and the sweet songs of the birds all combined to create a sense of tranquility. She thought to herself that coming to her uncle's place in New York City was indeed the best option. The hustle and bustle of the city seemed to fade away as she sat amidst the serene beauty of the garden.
For the next few minutes, the garden was once again peaceful, with no sign of the mischievous chicken. Sophia let out a soft sigh, feeling her eyelids grow heavy as she decided to rest on the bench for a while. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the sun seep into her skin, and began to drift off into a light doze.
But, her peaceful reverie was short-lived. Suddenly, without warning, something fell from the sky and landed squarely on her hair. Sophia's eyes snapped open, and she let out a startled yelp as she felt a warm, gooey substance oozing down her locks.
She jumped up from the bench, her hands frantically trying to remove the offending substance from her hair. But, it only seemed to spread, sticking to her fingers and making a mess. Sophia looked up at the sky, her eyes scanning the horizon for the culprit. That's when she saw it - a bird, flying away with a satisfied chirp, leaving behind a trail of, ahem, "presents".
Sophia couldn't help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Who gets pooped on by a bird? Her, apparently! She laughed so hard that she had to hold onto the bench to prevent herself from falling over. Tears streamed down her face as she thought about the ridiculousness of it all.
Just then, a gardener appeared from nowhere, a look of concern on his face. "Miss, are you okay? I saw the bird... um... bomb you from up high."
Sophia laughed even harder at the gardener's choice of words. "Bomb you from up high"? Who says that? She wiped away tears, still chuckling. "I'm fine, thank you. Just a little... decorated."
The gardener smiled and handed her a towel. "Well, let me help you clean up, then. We can't have you walking around with... um... bird art on your head."
Sophia laughed again, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the gardener. "Bird art"? This was definitely a day she would never forget!