A yellow helicopter by any other name would still be pretty cool

A bright yellow Cormorant search helicopter flew over our house yesterday. Jane followed its flight with wide eyes.

"Wow," she declared, her mind searching for the right word to call this thing. "A yellow-copter."

As it flew up and over, her neck strained up, up, up, and backwards until there was no more backwards left. She fell on her back.

"Wow."