If that Emu would take a minute and run to the shed, grab his human's chainsaw & cut that tree down- he'd get that dawg....
If you noticed, that bird paused for a minute, as though he considered reversing his direction and peck that dawg....but no, his tiny bid brain kicked that notion to the curb, and the mindless, unfruitful chase resumed.... I suppose I was projecting upon that bird my desire to cut a big ol' tree down
