We watched the egg for decades, but no one would predict what emerged from the hatch.

“Take my wings and bring my cape. Today I choose to fight.”

She took him under her wing
only to discover
that he was just another plucker.

I wished on a shooting star that it would run out of bullets.

Escaping captivity proved easier than he was led to believe.

The most exotic angels rise from the ends of caterpillar lives.