So I was riding my chocobo in the hills and she looked ahead and saw something. Chocobos have good vision.
"What is it, Trigger?," bringing her to a halt. Trigger said, "It's a bird like me, but way skinnier in the neck and legs. I thought for a moment and said, "I think you just saw an ostrich. They're known to live around these parts."
"What, like on a ranch, like me?," asked Trigger. I explained that ostriches were wild, could run as fast as chocobos, as much as I could think of off the top of my head. "Who owns ostriches?", she asked. "As far as I know, nobody does," I replied.
Trigger then bucked me off her back and ran toward the ostrich. And she sang this song that I still remember to this day:
“Go down, Moses,
So I suppose you're going to blame me for all the chocobos running away.