Where do you get off looking down on me, I’m the best looking bird in this area.
I keep telling you, flying is simple, just flap your wings. Landing, that’s a whole different matter.
Take the picture already, I’m not getting younger here.
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is the hardest part. So right, Tom, so right.
Thoreau was right: “Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.”
Okay, little guy, I’ll race you to the end of the pond. Ready? Loser buys the first round.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow . . .
Hey, even a high flying bird has to start somewhere. See if you can keep up.
“Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
Mom always said, if you are going to eat lobster, you have to wear a bib.