I remember that one. But I wouldn’t insult pelicans by linking them with Supermouth Maxine.
I used to swim down on the Outer Banks.
You’d be in the water, and those pelicans would be flying, gliding just a couple of feet above your head, like little fighter jet airplanes. At the same time, the dolphins were churning along in a line so close you could throw a softball and hit one; and feel the alpha pounding the water, the force moving through the waves into your body.
I suspect that Maxine doesn’t know anything about that stuff, either...