H.P.S. Primary Computer Lab

The bird didn't blink. It just let out a dry, rattling honk.

"Standard Sydney morning," he thought, as the light finally turned green.

He slowly reached into his bag, broke off a piece of the hash brown, and held it out on his palm. "Righto, let’s negotiate."

The tourist was frantic. "It took my phone! It’s got my life on there!"

Suddenly, a tourist in a pristine "I Love Sydney" t-shirt wandered past, eyes glued to a map on their phone. They stepped right into the bird's strike zone. In a blur of white feathers and a curved black beak, the Ibis didn't go for the tourist's bag. It went for the phone.

With a surgical strike, the bin chicken snatched the iPhone 15 Pro Max and hopped back onto the bin.

"You’re a greedy one, aren't ya?" Gazza grumbled. He tossed the rest of the hash brown a few meters away, toward the park.