April 9, 2017
Squawking and snapping, an Ozone Warbler is cornered by two taxidermists before it can escape.
"Wadda we do now?" asks the novice taxidermist, worriedly. "I don't think it likes me."
"Don't look it in the eye. Just grab it by the ankle," instructs the master taxidermist as he prepares to seize the creature with his blue gloves. "That will make it quiet down."
"Wadda we do then?" asks the novice again, nervously.
"Why then we pluck it and stuff it, of course," replies the master taxidermist. "We're taxidermists!"
"I give you fifty dollar!" a faint voice carries up from the bushes below.
Unfortunately, no egg was found.