“Okay, everyone follow me”, the oldest bird yelled. ” I know you realize I’ve lost my way a few times but this time we’re really going to the Carribbean. I admit we ended up in Bolivia that one time, and then once in Montana , but this time it’s the Caribbean, no problem!” He forged ahead, portraying confidence to his wingmen.
Ben and Jerry, bringing up the rear, had their doubts. They were young, but they’d heard the rumors, the old guy was losing it. They glanced at each other and chuckled. They weren’t a bad couple of youngsters, but they were secretly worried. All this training and hard work to end up in a colder place than they left? “Montana” they both thought at the same time and shared a giggly snort. This was their second trip so they weren’t experienced enough to know how to fly anywhere, much less hundreds of miles.
The old leader was tired, but he had his directions right this time. He also had stationed a few seasoned fliers on the sides of the formation to make sure there were no strays. He decided this was his last trip. He would stay in the Caribbean and retire.