Max's POV
"You guys hungry?" Mom asked us from the drivers seat of the car.
From the back seat there was a jumble of yeah's, aren't we always', and I think Fang just nodded his head. I was sitting shot gun of course.
We drove a few miles and pulled up to a Chick-Fil-A with woods behind it.
"I figured you guys would want to leave out the back and stretch your wings all the way home." Mom said with a knowing look in her eyes.
My wings were aching from holding them in so tight and I'm sure the other's wings were too. I am so glad that moms just know these things that I would never think to ask.
As we got out of the car, I relayed to Gazzy, Angel, and Nudge a few rules.
"You can have milk, water or lemonade. NO soda. Gazzy, nothing severely deep fried."
There was a murmer of buts and darns. I knew they would obey me. I was the leader, they had absolutely no choice but to. We ordered our food seperately so the amount wouldn't seem suspicious. Then, we pulled together a couple tables.
I love my chicken sandwiches. Every time I always get more than one. You can't truely relish the savory goodness of a chicken patty with pickles on a bun fully if you only get one.
We finished our lunch in a matter of about 10 minutes. The flock and I said goodbye to Ella and Mom, and we sneaked to the back of the resteraunt. We were gonna fly around the outskirt of the housing area for a little while to give Mom and Ella the chance to get home before we came bombarding in.
Ah. It felt so good to feel the wind rustling my feathers again. For once my hair wasn't in my face while I flew. Ella had shown me a way to pull it back so that it wouldn't fall out at the rink. I guess it wored for flying as well.
Our flight didn't last long. Just enough for us to stretch our aching wings, and practice a few formations and evasive menuvers. And for Nudge to talk us all half to death about how she was scared that she was going to start getting pimples soon like this girl we saw at Chick-Fil-ABefore we knew it, it had been a half hour. Mom and Ella were probably looking for us everywhere.
All 6 of us landed in the Martinez backyard gracefully. There was Mom, quietly swinging on the porch swing waiting for her daughter and her "adopted" children to come home. She made sure not to show that she was worried, but I knew she was.
She smiled and gave every girl and Gazzy a hug as they walked through the door. She would have hugged Fang and Iggy too, but she is a smart woman and knew that she was pushin' it hugging the Gazman.
Ella was sitting on the sectional watching Animal Cops, Miami. Some guy was trying to catch a crocodile that was a danger to the public in a local river. A lot of homeless people were makeing his job hard by sabotoging the traps he set. They saw the aligator as their pet.
Angel had bought a box of 24 crayons, and was teaching Iggy all the different colors. So as I was listening to shouts of, "Oh, brick red feels like a mix between red and black. I rememberd that I was mad at Angel.
The only problem was, I couldn't remember what I was mad at her for. Ah, well you may win this time my pretty, but mind you. I'll get you next time and your little dog too.
That reminds me. Where's Total?
A/N Can you guys keep up with me, or am I posting too quickly? I hate waiting very long for updates, so I write one or two chapters a day if I can. Now that you have Read, please Review.