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Kala hobbled around excitedly, overturning leaves and nosing her beak between the long strands of grass that covered Number 3's back yard. Outside! So many new sights and sounds! Her initial timidity had evaporated within ten minutes after being allowed out the back door, all caution forgotten. Ah, the movement of the air felt so good!
"You ARE watching her, right?" Progolo asked uncertainly. Myst twitched, not quite as resplendant as usual in the way he lay sprawled on the back stoop.
"Of course I am," Mystaven huffed, even as he tucked a sleek head under his wing. "She's...just investigating..."
"Don't let her wander off. She might get hurt...."
The Eoghan Slenin grudgingly opened an intelligent--if not somewhat sleep-dulled--eye, and peered tiredly in Kala's direction. She was busily circling the lone palm tree, trying to figure out where it began and ended. The concept of a round trunk was still a little beyond her.
"She's fine."
Progolo shook his head, sinking his spade back into the earth. He felt bad, asking Myst to babysit when he was obviously so tired from his night-time delivery, but he didn't want to leave her unattended while he worked on the pond.
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