The man launched into the air, perplexed

The man launched into the air, perplexed by his predicament. As he started to fall, he wondered what would happen after he hit the ground, probably a very gory blast, seeing how

he didn't vote for Obama. He swore. Now his political affiliations had sent him toppling over the Empire State Building to his untimely death. But then he heard a voice in his

bag pack over his shoulder. It was Jarrod, the talking parrot. "Kaw, Kaw" said Jarrod.

The hiker looked at Jarrod, the talking parrot. "Kaw? that's it?" Jarrod replied, "I'm a crow! Kaw! Kaw! Now, I am a cow! Moooo!"

Jarrod had to bite his lips together to stifle his delight but the parrot noticed and refused the nut he offered. The hiker, bored of their antics, pulled off his boots, peeled his

skin revealing the Whorgonian physique hiding beneath. The parrot squawked in alarm.. Just at this moment Jarrod popped the betelnut in its mouth as the Whorgonian behind him

jumped away. Both the parrot and Jarrod darted along the trails of the Whorgonian so they can skin him and sell fine skin on Ebay. The parrot, weilding a shovel dug a hole to trap

rain water and valuable pine needles. Jarrod set up the fake trap that would lead their victim to the promised land. Clouds gathered and the phone connection trembled. The parrot

pooped on the mat...& that was it. The prophecy had been fulfilled. As the Ancients had foretold, "the victim" became the vindicated. Jarrod perished, but the world was saved.