“I thought we were supposed to be flying south,” he said from behind.
“Yeah,” the one in the middle chimed in. “South. They all said south.”
“We’re not going south. We’re going north,” the one in front called back.
“Yeah, I know. But everyone else is going south,” the middle one insisted.
“Do you want to be like all the other birds?” the front one asked.
“Uh, yeah. Sort of,” said the one in the back.
“Then turn around. But I’m headed north. One day they’ll see. One day they’ll all be headed north, too.”
“When that happens,” the one in the middle asked, “will we finally get to go south?”
The one in front flapped harder and let out a squawk. They’re finally getting it.