He watched his mother while she lazily glided along the air currents.
What is the fun of that, he thought.
He watched his father who was being passed by a flock of birds as if he was standing still.
The young pelican muttered to himself, "Not me!" And he began working out.
He ate Wheaties.
He took steroids.
He got a personal trainer.
He drank energy drinks.
And when he was so full of energy that it seemed to glow from inside him, he flew like a jet without even having to use his wings.
And everyone called him the "Bullet Pelican."