A Stork’s Journey

"I can feel it, I can make it to Africa! [flies through the forest] How hard can it be? Its not like crossing an ocean or anything."

"Good morning! Ready, willing and able to migrate! Lets get a move on... [notices He is all alone in his egg only on a nest and several unhatched eggs] Ma? Pa? [echoing] Where are you guys??!!"

"[to Richard] You really love them, dont you? Your storks."

"I’ve always wanted to be a stork. Except that I don’t know who I am. What are we having for breakfast? Worms?"

"Eh... You do realize you are not even close to being a stork, right?"

"Just keep quiet, can you? What kind of bird is afraid of flying?"

"[to Gerold] Hey, why are you so gloomy? Were going to Jamaica!"

"Thank you, Richard. I could’ve had done it without you."

"[to the Frog that is trying to catch some flies] Hello? Someone there?! [Olga: Oy! Your barking up the wrong bird] OK. I guess they aren’t like me, either."

"What are you doing? [Discovers Richard, who has crashed onto a tree branch and is dazed] Oooooh! That’s gonna hurt! The last time when I try to fly like that, I crashed straight into two tree branches, crashed down, two rocks, and hit my beak on something soft and squishy. I hope it wasn’t Bird poop."

"[thinks the plane is a shooting star] Look, a shooting star! Everybody make a wish."

"Their adventure is the destination."