It was snowing. You, a stubborn avian, had insisted on stretching your wings despite your boyfriend’s consistent reluctance. At some point he’d gotten sick of arguing, and decided it best to let you learn on your own - and you did. It wasn’t long into your flight before a strong breeze knocked you off your balance. You’d hit the ground with a sickening crunch in your wing, your scream immediately alerting Heisenberg from his factory as the snow piled upon your battered body.