Note: I hope you enjoy this little clipping from the book I'm writing, something for the

New year's.

"so where you boys come from?" summer asked holding a small can of hot coffee in her wings as did Blu and carter did "well, he's from Rio and I moved there a couple days ago" carter replied as Blu seemed a bit distracted by his wounds than him being shy of a conversation.

"Then what brings you here?"

"We don't know…"

"What do you mean?"

"We woke up in Panama City then drove down here and we have no idea how we got there, other than a burning wreckage of a plane"

"Wait, hold on, your saying you woke up to a plane crash?"

"Yeah, I guess we got smuggled from the sight of tons of bodies around us"

"That explains the truck you two were in…you know your friend doesn't talk much, is he quiet all the time?"

"No, it's because he's going threw allot lately"

"Like?"

"Well. He has this "ahem" girlfriend back in Rio that wants to-ow!" carter yelled out when Blu stepped on his talons to not reveal his problems to a nearly complete stranger. Carter looked at Blu to see his mistake in the form of an annoyed macaw and a shocked military macaw. "you boys are odd" summer pointed out "that's no surprise" he replied

"how did you even crash anyway?"

"well, you see…um" he stuttered as he searched his brain for the right words but since his brain was flooded with cheap wine and liquor he said it plainly.

"I was trying to run over a raccoon…"

"what? Why?"

"oh, if you ever met a raccoon you will fucking hate them! Their like gypsies, always tricking you in order to steal your shit then trick you again to bring you down, then mock you to tears!"

"sounds like you two have some history"

"yep, once I got in a bar fight with 3 of them and took knocked the shit out of them with a beer bottle, never mess with me when finishing a bottle of whiskey" carter warned but in a way that doesn't scare you but laugh at.

"I wonder what you'll run over next, a raccoon or a robber" summer sarcastically mumbled, smiling at her joke.

"when I'm sober that is"

"you crippled my wing for a raccoon!" Blu interrupted

"oh calm down, its not like you have enemy's of your own"

"you don't know me"

"not yet!" carter enthused making Blu let his head fall on the wooden table at his indescribable reply, leading Blu to his answer.

"I really fucking hate you"