The Race

Liquid gold sunlight poured through towering clouds, while warm thermals lifted lazily through the atmosphere. Ian and Casey turned their winged friends toward home.  Their powerful wingbeats drummed out a soothing rhythm, propelling them easily through the late afternoon sky.  Excitement still lingered from a day at the annual sky festival. With and unspoken word, the boys looked at each other and grinned.Then with a wink and a nod, they each clutched a handful of mane.  The slightest pressure was all that was needed, each boy leaned forward. Their excitement spread to their winged companions, and with a powerful downward thrust of their wings, they were hurtled forward.  Laughing aloud with the joy of so much speed, the boys urged their friends faster.  The race had begun.

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