The little bird stood on the railing, thinking. His name was Skybird on account he lived at Skybar in Los Angeles, California.
“That french fry on that lady’s plate looks awfully good,” he thought.
“Cor blimey. I bet I could drop in, nick the one top and be up in the rafters before that cow could blink an eye.”
The other birds lined up on the rafters to see what Skybird would do. He had quite a reputation, y’see. Not only was he blessed with gorgeous plumage… but his french fry nick rate was the envy of all the birds. He was fearless he was.
The other birds started chanting, “SkyBird, SkyBird, SkyBird”.
An’ as ya see here, his concentration was unbelievable.
And in the very next moment, he dropped from railing, nicked that french fry and was up in the rafters before that cow could blink an eye.
They don’t call ‘im SkyBird for nuthin’.