Evil Doer

So there’s a family of roadrunners that live around here… mostly spending their days snatching dragonflies out of the air.

Today, there were two guys out on the soccer field arguing about if one could run faster than one of the roadrunners or not. They bet an ice cream to settle the bet and then spent about 45 minutes trying to get the roadrunner to run in a straight line next to the dude. I’m fairly certain this was a losing proposition from the beginning. First of all, roadrunners are fast as hell… Second of all, a wild roadrunner will never run along side a person, it will just run at whatever angle puts it furthest away from you.

So yeah… good luck with your roadrunner footrace. I guess it’s an easy way to waste an entire day trying to get wild animals to race you. hah