Maybe all Sparky needs is time. You’re patient. You can wait.

Sparky leans a little further against the side of the stall and swishes that strange, sturgeon-y tail.

The sky is so, so blue.

The temperature is perfect.

If you were around other humans, many of them would be exclaiming about what a beautiful day it is.

A little breeze cools the skin around your ear, and it sounds a little bit like the whispers of a friend from long ago.

Sparky hasn’t moved.

This isn’t getting anywhere.

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