Today, my Dad told me, "Son, it's time to spread your wings."
I even have my own personal escort crew in hot-standby. Not too sure I really trust these guys to "help" though.
Man, that's just wrong. Where's that nice lady with the crickets when you need her? How about counting out 5 of those, lady? I finally decided that I would catch my own - I'm getting hungry. Except, I haven't exactly gotten very far. Still no food deliveries. They said I had to FLY, they didn't specify how far!
Mom knows how to get me moving. It's a small snack, but it will do until I get my bearings.
Another 200 feet and Mom finally hands it over. One small step for purple martindom, one giant leap for me. My future is looking bright already.