Impatient

I watched the bizarre starring contest between Ruth and Olivia from the safety of some nearby bushes. After many minuets my men became antsy. They were tired of waiting. "Was is this shit? Nothing's happening." One of the soldiers blurts. "Be patient." I insist. "Why should  I be patient?This is madness. I want blood." He replies. "Oh yeah, what are you gonna do?" I ask. He starts to stand with his fists tightly clenched. "I'm gonna kill that bird. That'll drive them out." "Yes, that is a brilliant idea." I say. I instruct the rest of the troops. "Everyone. Get that bird."