So all the birds of feather born avi-ambition get together here and there to talk about the weather. Cold (quack), tired (squak), if only I could get some food, craa, craa! One day this bird starts goin off the hook gaff, squak, craa and the inter-language-word for follow me, see for yourselves!
Quite a few followed and landed. What they saw paralyzed a few in shock. But this bird was colorfully plumed and dancing to get the attention of it's wittingly. Then all the sudden, would lose it's audience.
All the birds looked at each other and said, he's screwed!
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