So, there was a flying beast in the gym today.

Not your average, typical flying beast with wings that you may come across, but one with beady eyes, gray feathers, a beak, and reputed to leave white poop on your car window that has a tendency to dry rather quickly and smell rather acridly.

Actually, I take that back. I believe it was a pidgin. It’s hard to distinguish between the two.

Expectedly, the students in my P.E. class could not help themselves from being entertained by the bird. It flew… and flew…. and flew in circles around the gymnasium, almost accidentally (or intended, I’ve yet to consult with the pidgin) swooping into a student’s face, quite similar to Fabio’s incident with the goose who just so happened to get in the way of his roller coaster and suffered a tragic death. The goose anyway. It was good ol’ jolly fun, being dazzled by a flying beast with wings and such.

I apologize. I mean, PIDGIN. Those terms are just so darn interchangeable.

I hoped for the bird to mark the territory with its signature white poop before flying out through the gymnasium doors, leaving us all with the title as The Pidgin Would Could Poop. Unfortunately, I was let down.

You could say I was certainly, undoubtedly moved by the performance of this pidgin, in fact, that while playing volleyball, I was far too concerned with the well being of the beast pidgin to happen to notice the 20MPH volleyball flying directly at my face. Is this a valid excuse? I believe so. Is this ironic? Oh, yes. Was this THE IDEAL MORNING? You unquestionably know it.