Iggy POV
I was sitting on the couch listening to the sports channel. The Gasman was next to me bouncing up and down on his butt excited. It was bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, score tied, and the count was two and two. I mean ya, I like sports, but it takes a whole different perspective on your life if you can't SEE the game!
Sigh people these days just don't get how difficult the 21st century is for BLIND people. Being bored I stood up, and expertly weaving my way around the room to the hall, up the stairs, seven steps from the landing and a step to the left, I open the door to my room. I linger on the handle. The color of chrome just amazes me. Ya I know I'm like a four year old with shiny things. Shut up!
Fang POV
Hawks are so cool! It's like when I'm on the ground I have to keep everything inside me to keep who I am a secret, but when I'm in the air……… God! I just……Well, for lack of a better word, love it.
Look there's angel. From 4,000 feet up I can still see all of her perfect, blond, bouncy curls. And Totals black, mangy fur… ok it's not mangy but its annoying (if fur can be annoying (that dog sure can)).
A fuzzy thought popped into my head, Fang! Lunch, now! Max says so. Not wanting to go, I reluctantly fold my wings a bit and sink gracefully in large circles until I reach the ground.
Iggy POV
I am such good cook! I mean, I made grilled cheese sandwiches without one burn mark on them, where as if Max was cooking would have been the exact opposite. We, being the regularly hungry bird kids that we are, ate four sandwiches a piece and drank two bottles of water… and I was still a little hungry. Then we all made our way to the couches for our daily sit-on-the-couch-and-watch-TV-for-a-few-hours time, and just, you know, relaxed.
