Paperfingers with a Hint of Lemon

Illusionist Extraordinare

09 Aug

Solar Winds, Chapter 55:

Suddenly, David sits straight up. “Dude. Wes,” he says. “I’ve just thought of something. Pavarotti is like us. No, no—we are like him!

Wes gasps. “You’re right! We’re… we’re birds of a feather! Flying towards the same sunset…”

"You hear that, little buddy?" David asks, holding up Pavarotti’s cage. "We’re right there beside you. We know how it feels!"

"We’re all dragon hawks, in the end,” Wes says. He looks over at Pavarotti. “CREEEEEARK!

CAW! CAW!" David says.

Pavarotti caws back.

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