When Donkey had once mentioned a "donkey fly," he had never thought that it could have actually been possible.
However, the moment he saw his child break through its shelled imprisonment he knew he was wrong.
The fairy had indeed helped him, for he and Dalia would not have been able to have a child had it not been for her intervention.
Donkey grinned at it, "Hey there!"
The part-dragon part-donkey newborn tilted its head and then spat at him and flew into the air with a squeal of delight.
Wiping his face onto his furry shoulder, Donkey smirked. "Fast learner. Just like his father."
Dalia rolled her eyes. Donkey certainly did not lack self-confidence. The ex-genie shared an exasperated glance with her, but there was humor in his gaze.
A green baby ogre toddled over to Dalia, pointing up, "Donkfly."
"That's right." Shrek picked the little girl up and swung her around. "Your Uncle Donkey has a flying son!"
"Careful," Fiona warned him. "Don't drop her."
"I'm not." The ogre rolled his eyes, whispering, "Your mother doesn't trust me."
The flying donkey/dragon soon came tumbling down, though, and Dalia rushed to break his fall. "Watch it," she admonished him.
"Donkfly," the little guy pointed at himself, repeating what Shrek and Fiona's daughter had said.
"Filly," the ogre child pointed at herself. Next, she pointed to the air, "Me fly?"
The donkey/dragon nodded. "Twy."
As the parents watched with hawk-eyes, the little ogre hopped onto the dragon/donkey's back. It took a moment, but they were soon up in the air, Dalia close behind with Donkey as a passenger to help supervise.
Giggling, the young ones started flying towards the sunset, the parents screaming after them to slow down and come back.