Bird As Fish

Whistling can be heard in the distance. And two quick rings on a bicycle bell. Coming round the corner, an older man pedals vigorously, long white beard flapping in the breeze. He is happy enough to be cycling along, and is going at a good pace, looking like he has to be somewhere soon, and rushes to get there, but is glad to be pedalling away. Once in a while he lifts his sandaled feet high in the air and shouts "Wahooo" to the entire sky.

It is fairly dark, to be sure, but passing by a nearby galaxy lights up his blue and chrome vehicle. Even in his busy state he still stops to stare at it, beautiful as it is. Continuing on though, for he must reach his destination, he climbs back on the bicycle and starts down the hill toward the Milky Way. Entering the subdivision, he shakes his head at the thought of trying to navigate through cosmic suburbia and instead takes out a map that guides him right to the place. Ah yes, he nods his head, putting the map away and, all comets aside, heads down to the little blue planet.

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