“Percival, but call me Bond… Percy Bond.”
I know who I am, and I have never felt the need to make a fuss about it. I carry myself with a certain quiet assurance — perhaps because I know I am rather handsome. Very handsome, actually. But one mustn’t be vain about these things. Confidence, after all, is simply knowing one’s own worth and being entirely comfortable with it.
I waddle with purpose through the mopane forest, taking my time. A gentleman like me has no need to rush. There is a certain dignity in a well-timed waddle, and I have always believed that one should arrive looking composed.
Besides, I own a yacht, have impeccable manners and have absolutely no intention of getting my feathers dirty.
The water is somewhere ahead, and I know exactly where I’m going. After all, a pelican of my standing does not simply wander through the bush.
I make an entrance.
my inspiration ….
written with the help of chatGPT
