Chicken Little: Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting, and I'm already small and on top of that I don't think I can handle being bald.
Coach: Okay, kid. Listen up. You have an itty-bitty, teeny-tiny strike zone. There's no way he can throw you out! Just take the walk and don't swing.
Chicken Little: Yeah. But, Coach. I have a good feeling about.
Coach: Look. Look at me, look at me. Don't swing, take the walk, you hear me? Just take the walk.
Chicken Little: But, coach! Wait.
Coach: Don't swing.
Buck Cluck: Oh, yes, I do see the skywriting there. Thank goodness the cloud blocked the last letter.