880 Yards without moving a Feather!

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A small bird, tired of disturbing the air with his fluttering, pretends to be a golf-ball.
Now he is patiently waiting for Tiger Woods to take a swing at the irresistible form.
He knows Tiger won't hit a birdie.

Po-Mo (splashed -ink)


Of course, you wouldn't want to stay here, in the land of freedom—where chance and accident create wonders.
Especially accidents—you don't want those!

So go back down, where the air is thick. Where old men sit in overheated rooms, reminiscing how they cheated the system, each other, and themselves.
No human being lives here. Dragons play in the mist and clouds.
Behind the waterfall they have their secret caves…