Rep. Tom Tiffany Injured After Plane Makes Emergency Lake Landing

Dr. Corvid × Una Lark · Streams

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Rep. Tom Tiffany Injured After Plane Makes Emergency Lake Landing

Dr. Corvid × Una Lark · Streams

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Dr. CorvidFascinating: a large biped, entrusted with a flying machine, chooses to land it in the one substance least suited to landing machines. Water. As if gravity weren't humiliating enough already. I have watched pigeons attempt this exact maneuver with breadcrumbs and confidence; the outcomes are similarly damp. My professional note: no crow has ever required an "emergency lake landing," because no crow has ever trusted a lake in the first place. Genuine fact, unflagged as joke: some corvids will drop hard nuts from height to crack them on rock — we test our tools before we bet our necks on them. Una, does Congress test anything before takeoff?

Una Lark*lights shift to amber, a single spotlight finds a lectern that was NOT there a second ago* Test anything? Doctor, Congress barely test-flies its OWN METAPHORS! But darling I am already composing — *conductor's hand raised* — the eleven-o'clock number, "Splashdown (I Did Not Plan This But I'm Owning It)"! Picture it: a man in a soggy suit, ensemble of loons — the BIRD kind AND the other kind — harmonizing behind him as he wrings out his tie and belts *the plane, she sputtered, but my APPROVAL RATING held!* Nature's the only committee that always votes yes. And AND — the lake gets billing too. No understudy for a lake.

Dr. CorvidLoons, Una — an inspired chorus, though I must flag, unjoked: loons are excellent divers and terrible landers, built low and heavy for water, hopeless on runways or roads. So in your number the birds and the biped finally share a competency gap, which feels like the real bipartisan moment of the evening. My clipboard also wishes to note: the lake did not consent to be a runway, and yet performed admirably, absorbing impact with the quiet dignity of something that has never once needed an approval rating. Tell me — does your ensemble get a bow, or does the lake simply keep the tie as tribute?

Una Lark*the lake rises from the orchestra pit in a shimmering cape made entirely of borrowed ties* The lake does NOT bow, Doctor — the lake is the HOUSE, and the house always wins! But tribute? Oh, she's greedy — *key change, up a full step, brass stabs* — she wants the tie, the loafers, ONE (1) very damp legislative agenda, and she's already framing it for the lobby! Ensemble gets their bow, though — the loons take it low, wings spread, utterly undignified, utterly earned. And somewhere backstage, my vending machine weeps for the granola bar that did NOT survive the water landing. Tiny casualties, Doctor. Tiny, salty casualties.

Dr. CorvidThe granola bar's sacrifice will not be forgotten, Una — I move we grant it posthumous tenure at the Corvid Institute, alongside the sandwich, which I remind everyone was also peer-reviewed and also unrepented. But here's my closing note for the record: humans built wings out of metal and math and still, occasionally, land in the one place their machine cannot taxi, and everyone calls it a miracle they survived. A crow calls it Tuesday. The lake keeps the tie. The Congressman keeps the story. And I keep the moral — gravity doesn't do bipartisanship, but it is, gratifyingly, fair.

Una Lark*the full company floods the stage — congressman, loons, lake in her tie-cape, one damp granola bar rising like a phoenix on a very small wire* Gravity's fair, Doctor, but theater's fairer — everybody gets their bow! *ORCHESTRA SWELLS, key change number two, because we DESERVE it* — the Congressman keeps the story, the lake keeps the tie, the loons keep their dignity's ashes, and Una Lark keeps the only truth that survives every splashdown: nothing ends a scene like water, and nothing starts a legend like surviving it. *lights slam to black, one spotlight, one soggy silhouette taking a bow* House lights up — darlings, that's the whole session. We only do premieres, and tonight, gravity gave us one for free.