Today is a precarious day for flying with massive, chunky thunderheads flattening out the roof of the sky. Sparkin landed gently, he is a soft lander, and waited patiently for Chase to see him in the back yard by the waterfall, which is rather tough since Sparkin is dull grey, the waterfall is dull grey, and the day is dull grey. Chase crashed out the back door in a hurry to feed Copper Candy trying to beat the storm, but alas, too late . . . rain sloshed from the sky in glops as big as pancakes. Sparkin roared with laughter as Chase slid around on the grass then plopped on his rump. Chase jumped to his feet smiling. Any day was a good day when Sparkin came to play.
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