The End of a Legend.
Today's story is about a small noisy bird and an angry mob.
Once there was a bird and that bird couldn't sing. However he tried anyway he kept saying,"I think I can, I think I can." and then he'd give it a shot. The problem was that no matter how much he tried he still sucked the place up completely. One day an angry mob got tired of hearing him suck, I mean sing. So they got together and beat him down. The bird was a wee bit discouraged by this whole string of events but he kept at it any way. After a few days the bird was admitted to the hospital. This didn't make him stop though. Soon the nurses got fed up and tried to kill him by smothering him. So after a week or so the bird was released and the tape was removed from his beak. He began his normal routine again and the angry mob soon got pissed off again. So the beat him again and again until the beatings got so severe that the bird just gave up and chucked himself off of a twenty story building and conveniently forgot to flap his wings.
The moral of this story is: Hang gliders are alot of fun. Especially in cities with sky scrapers.