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08/02/11(Tue)18:55 No.28318787>>28316408 Soarin sleeping in (But I already did one of these! Two's the limit on any particular request from now on.)
Soarin' slowly opened his eyes. Only the white of the cloud pillow was visible. For a few moments the lanky colt lay there, recounting the vivid dream, which involved drawing a baseball bat on the belly of a light grayish yellow-green bear cub.
The sound of cheering brought him to full awareness. His alarm cloud had failed to zap him awake! The kids were out playing unsupervised!
As Soarin' flew out of the dorm, he saw that several of the campers were zipping around the obstacle course at top speed. He reached for his whistle, but realized he'd left it next to his bunk.
He ducked back in the counselors' cabin. The one morning they'd left him in charge was the one morning he messed up!
As he placed the whistle around his neck, he felt, rather than heard, a sonic boom. The pressure wave ripped through the less permanent cloud structures, and he found the cloud cabin dissipating rapidly! |