As the zombie was getting closer and I was

As the zombie was getting closer and I was getting even more pressed against the window on the 23rd floor of the 30 floor building I

realize I could fly! Of course I could fly, it made sense since I was pidgeon, but I must have forgotten because when I jumped I pooped in something. Looking down I realized it was

a lime green Cabriolet convertible driven by a chap with 3 consecutively popped collars and a bad hairplug job. My fresh pigeon shat had glanced off his shoulder and splattered

in his Guava Lava smoothie. My pigeon senses were tingling; I was suddenly aware of all those old ladies on park benches with stale Sara Lee. One of them beckoned me, so I flew

down to peck the stale crusts. That's when one of those grey squirrels started to muscle into my territory. "Yo, take yer pigin flunkies an' dangle! See?" he chittered. I squaked,

because I'd been turned into a parrot by a witch named Tilly. The squirrel was actually a cab driver from Philly who'd eaten a bad cheese steak and morphed into

Mickey Mouse. But then the witch took pity on him, hence the squirrel appearance. It did make it difficult to drive his cab however. I got rather tired of my own Polly wants a

hedron. Get it? Poly .. hedron? hehehe.. ehem Right then I'll get back my story: After losing the job on the Bullwinkle show Rocky jobbed as a cabbie & asked for nuts as fare

, but started running numbers and then got involved in squirrel prostitution. Rocky the Flying Squirrel no longer had to work for his nuts. They were working for HIM.