Tim: Excuse me, Wilson. What are you doing? Signaling the mother ship to take you back to your own planet?
Wilson: No, Tim. I'm on my annual owl prowl. The sound you hear is a male screech owl. By playing this, I'm hoping to attract a female.
Tim: So, things aren't working out too well with your girlfriend, huh?
Wilson: No, no, Tim. On my last owl prowl I studied the male of the species. This year I hope to study the female.
Tim: Golly! That sounds like a hoot.