Okay, morbid channel, this is a one hundred percent true story. Our story begins inside my house in the den, I had just let my four dogs outside in the backyard and I'm watching TV. My dogs start to bark at the neighbors pets on the other side of the fence, so I walk outside to shut them up. But as I'm walking out on the porch, I notice that at the very back of the yard a potted tree my dad was planning to plant had been nocked over by the wind. So I walk over to the oppisite side of the yard. But as I lifted it up, and turned around to go back inside, I notice the nastiest thing on the ground. At first I thought someone dropped spageighty on the lawn, but further inspection shows me... a robins beak. Yes, this poor creature had been mutilated beyond recognition. The worst part was, the evidence was still on the tree. The tree had fallen on the bird, It's heavy branches smashing it's body into a bloody mess, and I had lifted the tree by the same spot that crushed the bird. I didn't have time to run inside and wash my hands. I blew chunkes on the red mound, my feet and my hands. I din't notice It was still alive until I picked it up with a plastic bag.