The legendary Thunderbird only emerges from her lovenest once every 399 years, or so, and wasn't actually due to make an appearance until the twenty-second century. However....
As further proof that we are living in a dark, dangerous time--probably the end of time--crazed vandals, blaring Chaka Khan music on their portable radios, broke into the Thunderbird's posh lair and beat her with broom handles until she fled. Three eggs were laid in the melee, two of which rolled into a Beatty root cellar, never to be seen again, and the third ended up on Pakistan Avenue, in Melfort, and was quickly whipped and eaten by the attacking vandals.
Thunderbird is currently residing in Switzerland until the media frenzy abates.
