Mr G Will See You Now

Mr. G will see you now, the receptionist said. I walked in to see a giant shoebill. He was enormous. He looked down his beak at me, stared me down. I could feel my throat gulp a wad of salty gooey stuff. What did you need? He asked. I was terrified. I claimed to be in the wrong office, leaving swiftly. Scary isn’t he? The receptionist asked me. I was too frightened to nod. Last time I ask to see the mayor.