Something is really hanging behind me & makes it sooo difficult.

What's that wet stuff on my back?

Oh, no. I'm doomed

It's my wings & they are wet...

Oh, no...

Crawl, crawl, crawl...

But the sun was bright & warm,

and soon I was out resting after hard work.

My poor wings were wet,

so I was sitting in the sun & enjoing the light.

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