The Waddlewings were flying over the Moo Moo Meadows as several Monty Moles were tunneling around the area, with a particular pair being at the middle of the meadows in the yellow dirt paved road, both of them sitting down as they were watching the cows eat as they sighed.
"You know, we're not really used much other than to be killed by pesky plumbers." The lone female Waddlewing admitted to the male Monty Mole.
The Monty Mole nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, I concur. It's a darn shame, we can be used for so much more." He sighed as he shook his head, his eyes permanently closed shut. "It seems that my species always ends up having bad luck. We get hit by karts, shells, you name it."
"At least you're allowed on the race course." The Waddlewing admitted as she sighed, looking up at the clear blue sky. "All my species ever does it get hit and lose our Super Acorn power ups."
The Monty Mole patted the Waddlewing on the back as they continued contemplating their lives, wondering if life for them would ever get better.