King-fish-er
The Kingfisher is a mythical bird-like creature; vivid blue, burnt orange and beakily overburdened. They are said to materialise near to slow flowing water where short-sighted tiddlers are their main indulgence. Evidence of their existence can usually be denounced as clever camera-trickery or badly Photo-Shop™(ped) Tree Sparrows (see Fig. A.).
Fig. A.
Or discarded Doritos™ wrappers whipped up in the wind (see Fig. B.).
Fig. B.
Kingfishers do not exist because I have never seen one and let me tell you, I have rambled along enough riverbanks to should have done. Given the average waterside stroll, I reckon there is as much chance of stumbling across a nest of Phoenix. Or a Griffin. To dispel the misguided notion of their supposed reality, I have decided to make public my expedition chronicles. The doomed quests to observe the flashy, folk-lored flightsters, the fabled chimerical Kingfisher.