Freedom. We cross through the doorway and feel the warm sun on our faces. Not since the fabled day our kind arrived at the pet store has anyone felt the warm embrace of real sunshine. This was a glorious day for tucans everywhere. But we could not let our gaurds down just yet. At the moment we were traveling down the street on foot in pack formation, which in suburban America is quite unusual.
The other birds are noticing us and again i am surrounded by pricks. We have been left flightless after having our wings clipped in what the old man said was a hair cut. The eight block journy was both exausting and humiliating but we eventually happened upon quails. The lowly quail is forever subject to being flightless so they feel our pain. As small and as tastey as they may be they are very hospitable birds. This may very well be their undoing if we can find the proper cooking utensils, but for the time being at least tonight we have a place to lay down our beaks and rest.
We must decide what to do with ourselves on the outside. Theres not much oppertunity out there for a tucan. We see that KFC is hiring but the irony might litterally kill us in that case. Some of us know how to weld but the unions discriminate on the colored beaked birds. It seems that the only door thats wide open for a tucan these days is crime. But us tucans are pure, like the cold russian turnip. So we are destined to fight such evils, with the only resource availible to us. Crime. We must fight crime with crime , i may need another gun..