It was flying calmly around the hotel, as if it knew every corner of the place. But something went wrong: the flamingo misjudged the distance and crashed straight into the bridge crossing the pool.
The impact sent it straight into the water, in front of guests who stood watching without knowing whether to laugh, worry, or simply not believe it. For a few seconds, no one said anything. They just watched.
Then the bird, without any hurry, started swimming toward the edge and walked out as if it had just done exactly what it had planned. Not an extra flap of its wings, not a sign of fright. As if crashing into a bridge were part of its everyday routine.