On a gusty, late October 2012 day this happened...
Tortoise Cat: Chameleon, I rushed up a tree in the breezes, then down head-first, then rolled both ways, then munched cat-grass -- fun! Now I'm heading toward the shrubbery to hide from stronger wind gusts.
Tortoise cat: Chameleon, I smell messages in the breezes, telling of new travels to happen in a while. The Big One must be plotting a big move soon. But I hate rides!
Chameleon: Yes, we'll be adventuring forth. You will gain more territories in the deal, Tortoise Cat. And you will fly -- higher than hawks.
Tortoise Cat: EYOW...! How, Chameleon?
Chameleon: I will tell you later, Tortoise Cat, but you won't believe me.