*Blue Bird nodded*
*A couple minutes later*
Blue Bird: Wait. That tree looks familar.
*The tree was about the size of a telephone pole and had brown leaves*
Blue Bird: We’re close. My mama loved to perch on this tree. It was close to our nest.
Blue Bird: My mama loves music. Every morning she would listen to the songbirds, and every night she would listen to the crickets.
Blue Bird: Mama always said that every piece of music has a story.
Blue Bird: My mama would be proud. *smiles*
*The Blue Bird scowled and got very angry*
*Blue started to glow light blue and then as soon as it happened, became three birds instead of one*
Blue 1: DON’T INSULT MY MAMA!
*The three Blues hopped at Ray and Kontrast*
*Wile E. Coyote gets out of bed*
*He enters the kitchen to get a snack*
*Wile E.’s house begins to shake*
Wile E. Coyote: What the?!
*Glasses and plates begin falling and smashing to the ground, his prized collection of old ACME equipment becomes broken as well*
*Wile E. manages to get out...