"I'm not sure what they are," said bird number One, looking at the bikes.
"They ride them," said Two.
"Ride them where?" asked Three.
"Not sure," said Two.
"Why don't they fly to where they're going?" asked One
"Beats me," said Three.
"They don't have wings, haven't you noticed that? They can't fly," said Two. "They are heavy, lumbering things that have to walk, or ride these, if they want to get anywhere."
"That's sad," said One.
"I'm glad I'm not one of them," said Three.
"Finally," said Two, "something we can all agree on."
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