10 days. For 10 days I have ran, hid, and survived the green fowl. I have been without food for 3 days. Without sleep for 2, and without water for the past 12 hours. I was too afraid to bathe in sunlight or rest below the stars. So far I have remained undiscovered; but I know I cannot keep this up for much longer. But on the 5th day since I have broken my Spanish streak, having not completed my daily 5 minutes of practice, I heard his giant muscular and green wings flapping in the distance. “Learning a language requires a little practice everyday,” Duo says, his monotone voice reverberating through the cold night air. “Practice your Spanish now. Before it’s too late.” He says, but I still lurk in the shadows, paralyzed by my fear. “Alrighty!” Says the owl. “Say goodbye to tú familia!” He says, his big, muscular, and green wings flapping away. A jolt shocked through me as I understood what he meant. The Duolingo owl is trying to murder my family. I tried calling 911, then the cops. I told them my family was going to be attacked but they didn’t believe me. They did not believe in Duo for they were innocent people, they who did not know about the fowl beast who fights as well as he teaches. Perhaps it is time to face my destiny. I will practice, and I will practice now to save my family. But my phone was out of battery. Oh lord, lord, what have I done...
