Wayne sniffed the air.
“I smell popcorn,” he said with a touch of glee in his voice.
“And butter,” gushed Garth. “Lots and lots of butter.”
“Over there!” Wayne yelled. He glided over with efficiency.
Stopping five feet away he surveyed the sleeping body by the tree.
Furtively Wayne inched closer until he grabbed the paper bag. It made a noise loud enough to wake the body up.”
“Scat,” yelled the body as Wayne rose quickly past the outstretched hand.
Wayne flew twenty yards when he heard Garth yell “Party on,” as their enemies flapped their wings to give chase.
Fun! I'll do one.
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