Oh my, look at this. Will you look at this! We're flying over snow. Snow! And we're heading which way? Which way? North already! Look at that pond over there, you idiot. Frozen solid! When I think of Mabel and her husband back there on those warm beaches for at least another month! Why I didn't listen to my mother, I'll never know....
Hey Edith, a little more wing over there and a little less beak, okay?
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