The Bluejay was bored. His name was Paul and he sometimes thought about writing a novel called Asexual and Senile. Paul was 24 in human years. Today he flew in an arbitrary manner two hundred feet above a dirt road in Florida and uninterestedly thought about standing under a tree opposite an eldery bluejay explaining how he often felt asexual and senile because "he felt too emo to be sexual and aroused."