I fly up into the clouds. I soar. I am a bird. I eat a variety of fruits and seeds. I migrate. I go to warm southern climates where I lounge on the beach and drink the bird equivalent of margaritas. In the spring I sing my mating song. So many lady birds come my way. I’m popular. But there’s one that attracts my attention. She has a lovely plumage and a warm friendly song. Do you want to like maybe go for a fly around sometime? I say smoothly. Sure, she says. Cool, I say. Cool, she says.