Charlie: Yes, I’d be wasting my time scanning the skies for this bird. It’s a greater roadrunner!
I’m in a town by the Sonoran desert in Arizona. I heard that a roadrunner sometimes comes out of the desert looking for food scraps here. Ah, I can see one way over there, looking a bit wary. He’s checking whether I look dangerous. Come on over, Mr Roadrunner!
Wow, he’s rocketing towards me now!
Roadrunner: Who are you?
Charlie: I’m Charlie and I want to ask you about your speed.
Roadrunner: Well, I’m a great sprinter.
Charlie: Cool. Me, too
Roadrunner: Let’s have a race, then. Ready… Set… GO!
Charlie: He’s dashed off. I’ll try to catch up.
Roadrunner: Come on, slowcoach!
Charlie: Puff… Pant… Wow, he’s fast.
Roadrunner: Can’t catch me!…