The strange birdlike creature darted into the underbrush. Its feathers seemed more like feathery hair, and from a distance it looked like a fuzz ball with large feet and a beak. It let out a strange cry and bobbed its head watching.

The object in sight was a round slightly hairy ball with brown skin the color of the bird's feathers. The bird cautiously approached and smelling the fruity scent of the ball, plunged its beak in.

The pulp of the fruit was green and tasted tangy. Little black seeds inside crunched occasionally as the bird feasted. It heard a loud noise and looked up. Letting loose a distress cry it ran from the much larger creatures that had come across it.

As the bird vanished into the bushed I looked to my companion. He smiled and said jokingly, "Isn't that cannibalism? A kiwi eating a kiwi?"

I got to chose the word prompt for class that day. Kiwi was not a popular topic. Too bad. It's such a funny word.