Totoka River Daddy long legs

Wisecrack (or Wisecracker, depending on who you talked to) had somehow escaped the confines of his warm home. He was not quite sure what had driven him to seek the outside world, except that he could not help it. His owner, dear Delia, had forgotten to clip his wings for quite some time (or perhaps she had not believed in such a thing), and so now he was flying his way south. This place was too damn cold and filled with wolves.

Still, he could not help but pester them while he had the chance. When the brightly-colored bird saw the one-eared wolf out of the corner of his eye, it was his first instinct to squawk at him. “One-ear, one-ear!” he yelled, “Oh, oh, my mistake. Can you even hear me?” he asked. The multi-colored bird kept to the trees, not willing to get close to those he was taunting.