The Kiwi is perfectly fine
- That thud at the end? The kiwi landing into the massive, carefully placed cushion further down the mountainside. Being such an intelligent, resourceful little bird, he designed and positioned it himself, calculating the furthest possible distance he could safely manage to jump onto it. It worked perfectly, he landed without harm, and promptly climbed back up the mountain to jump to his heart's content. And he got a racecar.
- You just made my day.