It was a dark and stormy night. It was the worst possible way to begin a story.

Snoopy growled and tore the sheet of paper from his typwriter. Why did writing have to be so hard? All the famous authors made it look like a cakewalk, why couldn't he be so lucky? Okay, I just need a better way to open.

"The ground was cold and hard, and the grass was brittle. Old Man Winter had come to pay a visit." Yeah, that was better! Much more creative, Snoopy thought with a satisfied smile. As he watched Woodstock gather twigs and leaves for a nest, he decided the story would be about a bird. A bird who travels the world!

The clickety-clack of the typewriter keys could be heard from all the way indoors for the rest of the evening.