eyes moving back and forth as the sceneio zipped past. never really in a hurry as the bird made its way across the plane, all it waited for was the next move on his friend.
There he was, the little coyote, this was going to be more fun than chasing his own tail seventy miles an hour before passing out from being too dizzy, a slight sound came from the bird before another louder, more abrupt was echoed "Meep" a third followed quickly as the dust began to flow behind this creature.
missing the coyote after being absent from his last mistake in projects, the bird just HAD to see how he was doing and so... We begin our little journy of... Can Wile.E. catch me today or not? will his projects work? or blow himself off a cliff again? all would strike the runner's curiosity.
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