Readers do not let cranky sour pusses get you down, in this world you get a choice about who you want to be. I say do it with style.
Be what you want, unless you get a chance to be a Dancing Hippo. Then don’t be stupid- slap on that tutu- and dance.
I vote for a Purple Phoenix. The wind through my feathers. I’m gracefully gliding through the atmosphere, Queen of the air. Top bird. So bad ass that no others challenge my supremacy. Free to fly the world.