I noticed Viper lying by the tree. "Viper!" I yelled running as fast as my short legs would carry me to the tree. He was pretty badly injured, I saw a break in his wing. Trying not to move him too much I propped him against the tree, carefully supporting his wing. I dug out some very potent-smelling chemicals from my small bag and wafted them under his nose.
"Hypatia! Anyone? Help him please!" I yelled...

" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin