A Geolocated Tale

It was your typical LOADING TEMPERATURE°F day in LOADING CITY NAME when Muffin Bukowski was roused from decadent slumber by the ear-throttling shriek of an unidentified avian trespassing on the grounds of her otherwise-serene home, clearly violating Section I, Article 246 of her condo documents.

Groggily stumbling to her bedroom window, Muffin peered through the pristine glass out at LOADING STREET NAME.

“Are my eyes deceiving me?” Muffin muttered as she lightly rapped her knuckles against her forehead, unable to process the miraculous scene unfolding before her...