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He laughed, but shook his head, and raised his paws. “No, it's these that do it” he explained, showing off his extendable, cat-like claws. “I suppose the wings help a little for balance, but they can’t actually help me fly” he explained to her. Most people made that assumption, and he had to disabuse them of the notion. He sure wished they could fly, that would be wicked. But unattainable.

Theory settled in beside him, and seemed happy to spend some time chatting with him. He appreciated that, and hunkered down beside her. Her pursed his lips in thought for a good long moment.

“The albatross soared over the cliff face, catching the updraft to support his wingspan. Where was his mate? He was late to return this year and he’d felt sure she’d already have a spot for them amongst the craggy rocks. As he glided along, he saw brooding pairs nestling together for warmth and the unmistakable ugliness of an abundantly fluffy newborn chick.
Albatross mate for life so another female simply wouldn’t do. With a heavy heart, he circled to scan the crowded rookery once more. Halfway along, amid the riotous clamour, he suddenly saw her, beautiful as ever, waiting patiently.”