I was sitting in the San Francisco airport. Somehow a sparrow got through an open window and it flew down next to me.

The sparrow said, “Where ya heading?”

I said, “Los Angeles. I wish I could fly like you. It would take a little longer. But it would feel good to have the wind and sun on my face.”

The sparrow said, “I know, I never get tired of it.”

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