A/N Hey RFM here, this is my first fic, well, first uploaded one, so I'd appreciate constructive crit for many reasons, namely I'd like to improve on my writing...

Now it's time for my life story. I wrote this because I was reading other fics and was in a writing mood. Sorry if it sucks, but anyway.

Disclaimer: I (sadly) don't own anything you recognise. Examples being the flock, etc. You didn't really think I owned it, did you?

Excuses

Max POV

It had been a looong day. I am so not interested in getting the flock to do their chores. Why can't they just do them? Can't they see I'm not in the mood to deal with this? Obviously not.

Anyway, in an attempt to save me from the guilt I would feel if I killed them all, I decided to hold a competition; any bird-kid who can come up with the best excuse to not do their chores gets to, surprisingly, not do their chores for the day.

Well, here's how it went.

"Okay people, youngest to oldest, excuses. Now," I said, in my oh-so-leaderly voice.

"Max, if I had to do my chores you know I would just ask Nudge or Gazzy to do them," my little Angel said sweetly.

Grr. She was right. I think my face took on a blank expression. Going off the ghost of a smile hanging off Fang's features, it had.

". . . Okay . . . Gazzy, you're up next."

"Well, Max, doing my chores would involve going around the whole house, right, and it wouldn't just be me travelling around. Get it?"

Do I get it? Oh yes, Gazzy, I get it. Your perfume would come too. Grr again. My face further blankened.

"True enough, true enough. Nudge?"

"If I did the chores I would have to have my house-cleaning music playing, and you know it has to be loud, and I clean better if I sing along, too. You know some of Pink's songs? Yeah," she smiled evilly.

She knew I couldn't stand Pink. Was it that obvious? Obviously. Grr. I just said 'obvious' too many times in my head. My face, if it were possible, became even blanker. Fang's face formed a smirk. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Iggy, your turn."

"Max, Max, Max. The cleaning would give me a perfect chance to go around and hide bombs. And pick up supplies."

His smile was evil too. He knew what my feelings on the subject of bombs were. I would bet you do too. Grr.

"Fang," I ground out through gritted teeth. He was grinning at me by now, although tiredly.

"Max, it has been a long day, dealing with this lot," he motioned to the flock, "And I just want to go to bed."

Wow. We were so totally on the same wave-length.

"You and me both, but you lose. You get to do everyone's chores. Ha."

He quickly dropped the grin, instead rolling his eyes.

He sighed. "Well Max, what's your excuse?"

What? I did not even think of that.

"Um, I'm the leader and I'm boss? 'Cause I say so? I'm the oldest? And the bravest, and the smartest?"

"Burrnp, wrong answer, Max. You can do some chores too."

I gave up, and finally did what I had been waiting to do. "Grrr."

He gave me a long-suffering lop-sided grin and handed me a broom.

Oh, how did my plan back-fire?

You like? If not, obviously you can tell me. I won't hate you for it. Promise.

R&R? Concrit is appreciated muchly, which you've most likely already worked out, as it seems every chance I get I ask for it. Hmm.