“I wish I was a maple,” sighed Kreti. “That looks like a lot of fun.”
“Pfft,” said Gonju. “Have you seen the written tests they have to take to get the flying license? And even so, without practical experience, they end up crashing into stuff early on half the time anyway.”
“Or pines. Those things are rad, with the armored scales and all.”
“Pain in the butt to clean. No, this here is the life.” Gonju leaned back and sighed. “Warm, soft, sweet-smelling; nothing to do but get fat and then drop.”
“The hard part comes after,” said Kreti darkly.
The Silence of Gethsemane
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