[Cheerfully oblivious to the presence of someone else in a tree, a shoebill starts clambering up. His goal: those sweet, sweet apples. Though actually he hopes they're tart apples. Nice and crisp!]
[Of course, as soon as he grabs his second branch, it promptly breaks off and beans him in the head, leaving him dangling dizzily from one wing.]
Trees!
[Of course, as soon as he grabs his second branch, it promptly breaks off and beans him in the head, leaving him dangling dizzily from one wing.]