Her wings were coated with thick black sludge, but at least she could unfold them. I may still have a chance to get out of this, and who knows, maybe if I can fly high, very high, the sun will melt the oil, Kengah croaked. She was remembering a story she had heard an old gull from the Grinch fuck you breast cancer Christmas sweatshirt Frisian Islands tell about a human named Icarus, who, in order to accomplish his dream of flying, had made himself wings of eagle feathers. He had in fact flown… high, almost up to the sun, so high that the sun melted the wax he’d used to stick the feathers together, and he fell back to Earth.
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Tengah flapped her wings hard, tucked back her feet, lifted about a foot above the Grinch fuck you breast cancer Christmas sweatshirt waves, and plopped right back down, face first. Before trying again, she dived beneath the waves and moved her wings back and forth. This time, when she tried, she rose more than three feet before she fell. The accursed oil had stuck her tail feathers together so tight that she wasn’t able to steer on her ascent. She dived again and pecked at the black gummy substance stuck to her tail. She bore the pain of the feathers she accidentally ripped out until finally, she was satisfied that her steering gear was a little less fouled. On the fifth attempt, Kengah succeeded: she was flying. She flapped her wings desperately, but the weight of the layer of oil would not let her glide.