I'm sureyou'd make a greatcarrierpigeonifyoutrainwell, youcouldcarryallsortsofmessagesbyflyingoverenemylines.
Ofcourse, duringwartime, youmightgetcaptured, butdoeshe'd be a verybravecarrierpigeon.
Youwouldrefusetotalkevenundertorture.
Not a word.
Well, maybejust a wordortwo.
A carrierpigeonhastolearntoflywiththemessagetiedtohisleg.
That's themainpartofthejob.
A littletight, tough.
No, I don't thinkthat's goingtowork.
Snoopyis a muchlessstressfuljobplanningongoingtothemoon.
ButHe'llhavetowearoneofthosethingsonhishead.
Yes, sortoflikethat.
You'reright.
I thinkthereis a chancehemightneedsomemoretraining.
Yes, I see.
Yougottatoughenupforthejob.
That's what I neverwantedtobeanastronaut.
He's absolutelysurehewantstogotothemoon.
I'm surprised.
I hopeherealizesthatwhenhegetsthereisgoingtobealone.
Ah, Lookslikethetimehascomewhenallmigratorybirdsflyoffserenelytospendthewinterintheandlookslike a Godhassmackinthemiddleoftheirflagtrajectorytherewouldstuck.
Hedidn't flysouththisyear.
Don't tellmeheforgot.
Youhavetojointheotherbirds.
Woodstock.
It's yourdutyas a birdtomigratesouthforthewinterway.