In fact, I think the pheasants are mocking Dante with their cocky strut and their scratchy screeches. Behind his back they are actually calling him a jerk.
"I'm reely not into huntin'", says Dante. "All I wanna do is engage in confursation -- exchange a few pheasantries, is all."
"We're not gonna be more feddahs in yoor cap -- or da food on yoor Fanksgivin' table!" remark the pleasantly plump poultry. "We're not exchangin' anyfing with yoo -- anyware, anytime."
And the moral of this tale?
When it comes to poultry, pheasants are paltry pickin's!
