Ben's shout woke Emily. She crawled out of her cocoon, stretching wings just like Ben's. Emily looked at the small cocoon next to her. She used her wings to help her skinny new legs hop over to it. Emily called loudly.
Spring is here.
Ben and I have wings. A draft of wind blew against Ben's wings. Leave Alex alone. Let him sleep. When God wants Alex to have wings, he'll be a butterfly.