Just then, Brad Evans, wielding a 16 gauge shotgun, started running towards Chuck.
"Maybe Brad just wants to play," Chuck thought to himself.
But it was clear that Brad didn't just want to play. Brad was chasing Chuck around the field, getting closer and closer. Chuck tried to run but Brad was just too fast for him. There was only one thing to do. A storm cloud passed overhead. Chuck mustered all of his strength and he flapped his wings and he took off - soaring upwards towards the trees - in beautiful free flight for the first time in his entire life.