Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

a bird in flight.

Approximately 30 thousand--

[ghostly child's voice] I'm so cold.

[waves lapping shore]

[wings flapping loudly]

I know how she felt.

Did you not hear it?

It's all a load of rubbish.

What do you mean?

What was this family doing here?

[video camera whirs]

-[window thuds, creaks eerily] -[strong wind blows]

[Nancy over radio] Edgar.

Not once through this horrible mess of a year.

-[distant bang] -[gasps]

[boy] Mommy is mad at me.

Leave him alone!

Beautiful poem.

They would've been paid a pittance by Cornell.

I meant to call you months ago, but…

-[banging on door] -[door rattling]

[boy sobs in distance]

And it didn't work out.

[fire crackles]

Who wouldn't want to lift off and fly away from the world like that sometimes?

[sobbing continues]

and it'll make such a difference to our research.

[wind howls loudly]

[airplane engine approaches]

I'm so sorry, Edgar.

I'll leave you be.

[dunlins chirping, wings fluttering]

That we know of yet.

We are not entirely convinced

[panicked breathing]