Dead! The owl screamed in her head as she struggled to stay airborne among the howling wind and pouring rain.

I'm a dead owl! Barely old enough to fly and my life ends! This was a stupid idea! Darn me and my stupid ideas!

Ginger madly flapped her wings to keep herself from plummeting to her doom into the violent ocean waves below her. She was trapped in a hurricane, lost, confused, and on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion.
It was then that the young owl felt something small hit her on the head. Looking up, she saw perhaps thousands or even millions of round white chunks of what appeared to be ice, which were rapidly getting bigger, and hurdling right towards her.

Hail!

Without thinking, Ginger began to perform barrel rolls and 90° banks, unknowingly dodging the falling ice with extreme skill. It was only about a matter of seconds before the hail stopped falling, and the Barn Owl opened her eyes, which had been shut tightly the whole time.

How on earth did I survive that? she thought, completely unaware of what she had just pulled off. Deciding that it didn't matter, as long as she was still alive, she flew onward. But before she could get much further, she sensed something else above her and looked back up. But it was a split second too late. The ball of ice, larger a baseball, hit her on the top of the head just as she tipped it up. Right after feeling the sharp, intense pain, Ginger's sight began to grow dim, her consciousness beginning to slip away.

Good-bye, world. I'll miss you.

Those were the last words she thought before blacking out. But it wasn't the last thing she remembered. The last thing she remembered was the black shape of another bird hovering over her limp body, and feeling a set of talons grabbing her own before everything blurred into nothing.