feathers

It must be wabbit season.

My god, look at all that STUFF. Carry-on's going to be a bitch, for her and for everyone sitting next to her.

A cautionary tale for this woman:

Then the feathers popped out! With a zang! With a zing! They blossomed like flowers that bloom in the spring. All fit for a queen! What a sight to behold! They sparkled like diamonds and gumdrops and gold!

The she spread out her wings to take off from the ground, But, with all of those feathers, she weighed ninety pounds! She yanked and she pulled and she let out a squawk, But that bird couldnt fly! Couldnt run! Couldnt walk!