Turbo Feather

Dust clearing from the wire tunnel? Immediate upgrade time! Right next to the fence baseboard sat a sleek, striped blue jay feather, stuck point-down in the damp soil like a discarded racing antenna! I hauled my cherry-red speed machine right over, hopped onto the front hood, and yanked the quill free with both paws. Pop! Perfect flex! I wedged the stiff shaft straight into the cockpit gap right beside the brass key, angling it back like a high-speed telemetry fin. It whipped in the afternoon breeze with a fierce snap! Aerodynamics doubled!