Changing Stan Stan woke up every day at the exact same time, when the
sun's rays barely came through the small window next to his bed. The white Hissi
would slink out of it every morning and glance around his room; a small enclosed
space with blank white walls...
Her Piece of the Sky Flap, flap, flap beat, flap, flap, thump, thump. A white
Shoyru's wings beat heavily and persistently. She swooped down lower so she could
look at her town...
