The male mile-or-more-bird flies backwards

The male mile-or-more-bird flies backwards and whistles through his ass making a sound that can be heard for a mile or more. Thus his name. When he is trying to attract a mate he

tightens his ass, making the whistling so high pitched that glass shatters. This is why they are sometimes called ass glassers. The females can hear this mating call from deep in

side Anthropologie, past the "expensive" hippie rags where the pointless but pretty books. The females moisten their skin because eating disorders dried up their juices and

the men dry their goop-laden hair beneath roaring fans, because their insatiable hunger left them unctuous. But, then again, this is to be expected in a bee colony. "Quickly! Queen

Regal-Sting you must evacuate! All of your bee-servants have already fled, except for a few of your most loyal." She lifted off like a VTOL Hoverround and trundled out the escape

porcupus, a sort of pocupine mixed with a platypus. The escape Pocupus took her far away from the Hive of Queens, and she had to admit that Sting looked identical to Professor Oak.

Arriving in a village near the outskirts of the forest, she dismounted her porcupus - very carefully - and let it drink from a nearby river. It was time to begin a new life, here.

But first, she had to remove the porcupus quills that had embedded in her

palms, for she had not yet conquered her strange obsession for hunting them with her bare hands.A glutton for punishment, she refused anesthesia & stretched out her porcupus-pocked