#bergen_county

She skips to keep up with the Glome's longer legs. "I'll take it. Mom says I'm a featherhead, and, to be fair, there are feathers on my head. And sometimes she says they're in my ears, but they aren't really in my ears, but they would be useful if she's asking me to do chores..."

"Ah, yes, do not tell your mother I said this, but it is natural that as a childling you should evade chores as a deer does a wolf. Chore evasion is a VERY old tradition."

Giggling.

"But it is also your mother's right and duty to assign them so there is a balance," he adds.

A sigh and she nods.

A sympathetic look, "You may stay with me a while, but I'm about to sit down in a group of trees and stare silently for a bit. Talk or fly if you like, but please do not mistake it for rudeness. This is the longest I have gone on talking for awhile and I need to recharge." He hopes she understands.

"This would be an awful day for flying." She agrees.

"Yes, bright colors all around, a good breeze that plays, and just enough sun. I see the challenge," He plops down as he said he would and closes his eyes. It looks almost like mediatation

With his eyes closed, the glome may hear the clatter of wings and the call of a dove.

And Amity flies on feathered wings, which, despite bat propaganda, is better than flying on featherless wings.

Feathers over leather!

(Fade to flap flutter flap and Zen rock people)