An Alternative

I was flying in my hang glider when a stork sidled up next to me.

The stork took out a packet of cigarettes and offered me one. I said I don't smoke. The stork lit a cigarette, drew in the smoke, blew out a ring, and flew through it.

I coughed and lost control of my glider. I crash landed in a giant oak tree.

As I hung precariously from a branch hundreds of feet in the air, I noticed an owl on the branch.

The owl, smoking a cigarette, nodded towards my totaled glider and said, "You might just want to stick with walking."