There was too much traffic. One of those immature joy-rider types in his beat up and rusted bucket of crap - you know, the one lookin’ like a fool with his pants on the ground, thought it would be fun to flatten a plover. Oh... did he fuel my fire. I went after him on foot.
Flatten me first, idiot. I dare ya.
Oh, no. Fly, little Killdeer!
This is not a good place for you.
But you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk. Stop it! You have wings, you know.
If you must walk all around, you’re safe with me. Come closer.
Nice dance moves. Cha-cha?
Don’t look so worried. I must tell you this…
Be gone from this ugly parking lot! I really need to get inside for my pedicure now so don’t make me worry. Scram!
I'd love to wear horizontal stripes and look so cute.