An ostrich

He was running. It came closer and closer. Right behind him. He couldn’t hear anything form the sound of his heart beating. He should never have gone to this god-forsaken land. Nothing good would ever amount from traveling to foreign countries, he thought. However, there were no time to ponder upon regrets, since he felt something snap at his running legs, and he tumbled to the ground. He quickly turned to face his attacker, and saw the largest ostrich, he had ever encountered.  He mumbled prayers, to both God, Jesus, Allah and that chubby person, the Hindus like. At this point salvation was welcome, no matter from where it came. He anticipated death, but the ostrich just looked at him. He held his breath. Then it just went away. He was on the ground, confused by this near death experience. To his own surprise, he had learned, that he was a godly man after all.