It's lunch time. We're all hungry. I'm very, very hungry. As Maximum Ride once said, "I could eat a whole cow. Fork optional." The fork is very optional, seeing as how I don't own a fork. Or anything aside from my knife, another shirt (which I "decorated" with a sharpie) and the clothes on my back. And a bit of canned food. Which is where the knife comes in handy.
I've kinda been hanging back, following at a distance, just watching the others fly. Their wings are so nimble, they can do things I can't. But then again, they can't land like a bird. I can touch down, no running involved, on any surface. I can take off with just a small jump, and I can fly faster then it looks like they can. And I think I may be able to help them as far as wiping out the labbers go. You see, I can breath fire. Yeah, I know, typical dragon thing, but I really can do it. I haven't shown them yet, but I'd bet anything that labbers are flammable. And well, set something flammable on fire.... You know the rest. I wonder if they can remember to stop drop and roll...... Hopefully not.
Oh! There's a few campers below. I don't know if the others will notice my absence, but the campers have food, and I'm starved.
Later.
P.S., typing midair is very difficult.
Monday, August 27, 2007
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