[Carefully, Knives scoots his way up the beach. There was a good sized boulder nearby, and it felt a little safer to tuck up against it. He just had to wait here, right?]
Well.. I think I'm growing wings..
[He knows he is. He tried to pull out a feather but it really, really hurt.]
...And ..every plant I've ever seen that has wings, is in a bulb..
[Cold milk or a cold butt your choice]
[Carefully, Knives scoots his way up the beach. There was a good sized boulder nearby, and it felt a little safer to tuck up against it. He just had to wait here, right?]
Well.. I think I'm growing wings..
[He knows he is. He tried to pull out a feather but it really, really hurt.]
...And ..every plant I've ever seen that has wings, is in a bulb..