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reachforthesky) wrote2011-12-14 09:48 pm
reachforthesky) wrote2011-12-14 09:48 pm
[FINAL MEMORY]
* Realizing Jon is alive. Finally taking flight. "Dear Timi, you may."
Jon Dumpling said, "I must go home and bake the bread for tomorrow."
But Timi said, softly, in Jonathan's ear, "Watch me!" And she flew straight up, up and up until she was only a speck in the bright sky. Then down she came, circling steadily on her small wings until she was just over the tallest chimney. She swept round the chimney three times and landed neatly on Jonathan's shoulder.
"It was higher than the bakehouse chimney," said Timi. "Dear Jonathan, may I drink my milk from the Queen's cup when I get home?"
"Dear Timi, you may," said Jon Dumpling.
+ Overcoming her fear of heights and the sky for good.
+ . . . ♥
Jon Dumpling said, "I must go home and bake the bread for tomorrow."
But Timi said, softly, in Jonathan's ear, "Watch me!" And she flew straight up, up and up until she was only a speck in the bright sky. Then down she came, circling steadily on her small wings until she was just over the tallest chimney. She swept round the chimney three times and landed neatly on Jonathan's shoulder.
"It was higher than the bakehouse chimney," said Timi. "Dear Jonathan, may I drink my milk from the Queen's cup when I get home?"
"Dear Timi, you may," said Jon Dumpling.
+ Overcoming her fear of heights and the sky for good.
+ . . . ♥