You tell them that you will not be tossed around as you turn to leave the nest.

One of them shouts:

Mommy, our ball is getting away!

Out of the sky descends a huge swamp harrier.

Hey, ball, where are you going? **stares inquisitively**

I’m going back home

**visible confusion** What!? Balls are not supposed to speak.

Sorry

:O What?!? It speaks more? This is a defective ball. Kids, let me fix this.

Using her sharp claws and beak, the swamp harrier gives you plastic surgery until you are perfectly round like a kiwi fruit.

Thanks Mommy!