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. |