I don't own BigMacs! And like i said i also don't own one the strangers (CheyRainAwesomeness does) you can read the original story with the strangers by looking under CheyRainAwesomeness's name and select the story named 'Surprises'

Enjoy the story, i don't promote Big Macs, if you go crazy over them because of this story and get super sized plus have cancer, don't blame me.

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"Ahhh, what?" I yell at Angel, out loud… The flock looks at me, the strangers look too. I glance around and face palm myself. "What do you mean by that Angel?" I frown. Angel just looks at me.

"I don't know, I-I- they just know him, that is all. I don't know if they still know where he is, if he's a friend, or just a stranger they met and spoke to then left. It's not clear at all!" Angel is frowning, obviously angry at her confusion.

"It's okay Angel, I, I just want Fang back so badly." I break down sobbing, I heard a gasp, but I didn't know from who. Could have been the strangers, one of the flock, anyone. I couldn't care less, tears filled my eyes and I just let them out. They dripped into my Big Mac "c'mon guys, lets go." I say in between sniffles. Dylan gets up to comfort me but I push him away and run out, past the strangers who follow me outside. I don't bother to hide in the bushes I just jump and unfurl my wings, rising higher and higher in the sky.

The strangers seem a bit shocked at first but eventually get over it. In fact, the strangest thing ever happens. As I'm zooming away one of them, the oldest, shows a pair of 14 foot wings and zips after me. That caught me off guard.