Unlucky

Chapter 2: Random Scene #1

[What kind of bird are you?] Ray had asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Oh, just a com-mon lit-tle road-run-ner." The damned bird had answered, falsely, waving a finger about as if it was dancing.

Ray knew roadrunners, they were everywhere back home. That thing was not a roadrunner! What roadrunner was that big? What roadrunner was blue and purple? What roadrunner had violet eyes?

Miles was no roadrunner, but Ray was going to find out just what sort of bird he really was. He had cooped himself up in the Zootopia Library, and was almost a third of the way through the Birds Of The World part of the biology section. So far, he hadn't found a single species that matched his adversary, certainly not a roadrunner that matched him.

It was when his growling stomach forced him to leave the library in search of a meal that Ray had a most ridiculous thought: What if there were no other birds like Miles?

But that couldn't be the case. If Miles wasn't a member of any species, where would he have come from?

Ray shook his head, chuckling under his breath, as he made his way back to the library with his newly 'acquired' burger. It was well past closing time, but that didn't really matter to him. If they didn't want him sneaking in, they shouldn't have locks that were so easy to pick.