Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

His head cocked when Jawahir made no reply, instead moving forward toward a grassy hillside. Finley watched for a moment, then loped after them, only to freeze in surprise when the smaller canine began weaving hither and thither, prompting screeching birds to erupt from their nests all around him.

Didn’— he shouted, voice cutting off when a wing clipped his cheek. It didn’t hurt, though it startled him. His mouth opened and shut, eyes darting around for Jawahir. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t see them beyond the birds now swirling around him.

Uh! Finley exclaimed as what seemed like an entire flock dove at his big ears. He used the same move he’d used to dodge Wildfire’s second punch earlier, quickly jerking backward and partially dropping simultaneously. Jawa—the fuck? HELLO?