It’s not that Red is a bad bird. He’s just an intensely irritated one. And in a sunny world full of happy hooters and cheery chicks, that makes him stand out like a sore pinfeather.
Red has tried to do the right thing, but all his life there’s always been somebody pecking at him in one way or another. And there came a time when he just couldn’t turn the other wing anymore.
He blew up. Big time.
That landed him in therapy alongside a bunch of other rotten eggs. There he flapped and fluttered with the manic and seemingly over-caffeinated Chuck, the explosively dimwitted Bomb and the grunting bruiser Terence. It was a whole nest full of problem cuckoos just like him.
The truth is, though, Red saw the world around him much more clearly than all the "normal" songbirds gave him credit for. And that was definitely proven out when the pigs sailed into port.
Those party-focused porkers seemed really fun when they first landed, their ship full of bright lights, fireworks and party supplies. But Red sensed right away that something didn’t smell right.(And that’s not just pig-prejudice talking, either.) Maybe it was his years of realizing the worst in people, but when Red first laid eyes on those over-the-top oinkers, he knew they were up to no good. Still, no matter how he cawed out a warning, no one would listen.
Now, though, the sloppy truth has come home to roost. Those horrible hogs stole away all of the unhatched eggs in town and sailed off to some distant isle. And the whole bird community is squawking in fear.