Skipper felt a pounding in his head, he felt the heat attracting every bit of moisture he still had. He opened his eyes, the daylight stung, he was to sore to bother to keep them open. He felt a jerk, he realised, as he slowly opened one eye, that Starlite was carrying him on her back, she had a scarf around her beak and he had a hat on (his cowboy one). She was dusty, her feathers were messed and she was full of bumps, bruises and scratches, her eyes were red. There were traces that she had been crying. But she kept looking forward, as if she had her eyes fixed on a diamond. Skipper moved...
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