July 24, 2009
#614: Woodpecker
[[A man with a beret and a woman are standing on a boardwalk, leaning on a handrail.]]
Man: A woodpecker!
«Pop pop pop»
Woman: Yup.
[[The woodpecker is banging its head against a tree.]]
Woman: He hatched about this time last year.
«Pop pop pop pop»
[[The woman walks away. The man is still standing at the handrail.]]
Man: … woodpecker?
Man: It’s your birthday!
Man: Did you know?
Man: Did… did nobody tell you?
[[The man stands, looking.]]
[[The man walks away.]]
[[There is a tree.]]
[[The man approaches the tree with a present in a box, tied up with ribbon.]]
[[The man sets the present down at the base of the tree and looks up.]]
[[The man walks away.]]
[[The present is sitting at the bottom of the tree.]]
[[The woodpecker looks down at the present.]]
[[The woodpecker sits on the present.]]
[[The woodpecker pulls on the ribbon tying the present closed.]]
((full width panel))
[[The woodpecker is flying, with an electric drill dangling from its feet, held by the cord.]]