It was a breezy spring morning, and it's been two months since I've gained Coinín and he's grown larger and taller. When I went to check up on him, he was acting differently. Instead of greeting me at the pasture fence, he was racing around the field a hundred miles an hour, with his tail streaming behind him and wings tight to his sides. He stopped on the other side of the pasture, stamped his fluffy hooves twice, nodding his head eagerly at me then took off again at a full on gallop. The next thing he did made me gasp, he opened up his orange striped off-black wings and shot into the sky like a rocket. He wobbly flew for a few paces, then crashed back into the ground in the lake that was nearby.
Quickly, I jogged over to the lake where Coinín was already swimming to shore. Laughing, I stared at him and pet his now damp fur and he looked at me, head tilted yet again, opened his wings and shook his body vigorously, and my smiled disappeared. Only for a few moments though, because I burst out laughing, falling to the ground, clutching my sides, tear streaming down my face. He flapped his wings in protest but eventually walked away from my still-laughing figure and went back into his pasture to practice flying. In my mind, I was mentally glad he could only glide and wasn't strong enough to really fly places.
As the day grew short, and the moon ascended into the sky, I walked back out to the pasture to bring Coinín back inside for the night. Upon reaching the grassy field, I noticed a sleeping figure by the gate. Smiling, I took a picture to capture the moment and woke him, and walked inside, Coinín following close behind my wake slowly then plopped down into his stall bed and resumed sleeping.
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