The birds cut through the sky like a one-armed scissor slicing through velvet. They parted the electric blue curtain and X followed, laughing, singing and dancing as if she had never before done any of the three. Kicking off her shoes, she ran upon the grass leaving footsteps of flowers, for wherever she went, she gave birth to new ways of being without even knowing. As her bare feet hit the ground and her lungs gasped for air, little Herbie felt within him that it was his time to shine, and without waiting a second longer, leapt from her pocket and ungracefully plopped onto a patch of dried mud. Dazed and confused, he sat there for a moment as X came to an abrupt halt. She at first thought he had fallen and was about to scoop him up, but just as she was about to, he squeaked at her as loud as he could. Tilting her head to one side while catching her breath, she wondered what on earth he was up to when he suddenly took flight and raced between her legs. Spinning around, she saw him speed through the bending blades of grass in the direction of the high-flying birds, only the birds had ascended, and now it was Herbie leading the way. Biting the inside of her cheek with a cheeky grin on her face, X wiped the sweat from her eyes and gave chase. It seemed as though her companion had finally found his place, and she couldn’t have been happier.

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