The birdwatchers return

"Okay, team. I know we haven't had much luck recently, but today is the day. We're finally going to catch that red-capped tomtit."

"Hey, look," said one of the girls in the birdwatching club, a green-haired Asian by the name of Vicky. "What's that over there?"

The whole birdwatching club, incredibly expensive cameras at the ready, spun around. They saw a gorgeous redhead creeping through the underbrush, one hand clasped over her full bouncing breasts, the other pressed between her strong thighs, freckled shoulders and plump creamy bottom gleaming in the sunlight. One of the boys looked doubtful.

"I don't know," he said to Vicky. "Aren't we supposed to be looking for birds?"

Vicky shrugged, and started taking pictures of Bonnie. She looked up, saw half a dozen cameras pointed her way, squealed and picked a random direction to flee in. The underbrush slowed her down as the birdwatchers gave chase.

There, at the foot of the hill! A hiding place! The van was parked at the end of a cul-de-sac, some words on the side that Bonnie didn't really pay attention to. She had only seconds before the birdwatchers caught up with her. She leaped into the back, and pulled the door shut.

"Wait," said Vicky, slowing down. "Where'd she go?"

But before she could investigate further, the boy from before pointed to something in a tree and emitted a cry of unparalleled delight. He'd just spotted a red-capped tomtit. The birdwatching club crowded around the tree, snapping away gleefully as the van drove off down the road.