Alan staggered sideways, pitched head-first over the low wall and fell into the lake.

What do a peckish bee-eater, two shaggy bisons going head-to-head in snow, and pelicans dancing in a pristine lake all have in common?

We'd name him Bandit and put a red bandanna around his neck and we'd take him out to the lake in a pickup truck and he'd hang his head out the window as we drove, howling along to the radio.