I had just started down my favorite trail the other day when I spotted The Roadrunner! I couldn't believe how long he stayed on the trail in front of me, letting me follow along snapping photos, as long as I didn't make too much noise or get too close.
I was creeping ever closer, about to get the perfect shot, when I heard it -- some moron with a shrill voice coming up behind me, yakking away on her cell phone. And off he shot into the woods, faster than you could say Be-beep. DOH!
So, I ask you, where are Wylie Coyote and his anvil when you really need them?