The next day the three of us woke up early. We decided to squeeze some work in the helicopter. We snuck down the stairs and crept outside. Steve picked up a chisel as John and I sawed away.
"Do you think the sawing noises will wake-" Steve did not get to finish.
"-Spyro and Cynder up? I hope not." John said.
"I got one of the ailerons!" I announced.
"Great, on to the second one, DT."
We chipped, carved and chiseled away. Yet, my fears come true just a couple hundred feet above us….
*ESH SHAW ESH SAW*
Cynder and Spyro groaned. Spyro turned and sighed. Cynder finally opened her eyes.
"Humph, So much for sleeping in…" She sighed. Spyro stretched out and then kissed Cynder good morning.
"Morning sunshine." He cheered.
"Good morning."
"Want to join me on the balcony?"
"Yes, of course I do!" She exclaimed. The two walked side by side to the balcony. They took a deep breath. Spyro looked down at us.
"Look, they are almost done with their….." Spyro was in a jam. "…Whatever it is."
"Yea, It looks cool."
Then Cynder remembered what it was.
"Yea, that's what it is; a Helicopter." Spyro congratulated her.
Spyro watched us for a couple minutes. Then, he noticed Steve was on the piece of wood he was sawing.
"Look, Steve is sitting on the branch he is sawing."
"Oh… this is going to be good." Cynder pretty much knew what was going to happen. Steve got closer and closer to the end of the log. Then, *SNAP* Steve fell to the ground along with the part he was sitting on.
Spyro couldn't help but laugh. Cynder even started snorting again. I looked up and started giggling.
"Steve gravity is not to be played with."
Steve lifted up thumbs up from the ground. He eventually got up. John helped brush Steve off. Spyro and Cynder were gone by the time they got him clean. We got back to work. Yet, it was not two seconds after Steve got to carving the elevators….
Spyro and Cynder were behind him. Steve looked back and saw Cynder's muzzle in his visual.
"AHH!"
"YEEE!"
Steve stared at the black dragoness. She was breathing hard.
"Wow, Cynder quit the sneaker." I said. Cynder looked in my direction, I did not look friendly.
"What did you call me?"
"I said sneaker, not stinker…"
"Oh… ooops. Sorry for threatening you."
"It's fine."
After that we got back to finishing the ailerons and elevators. Suddenly, a shadow flew overhead. We looked up and saw a large blue dragon. It was Cyril. He went into the tower. Spyro and Cynder giggled.
"None of us are in there." Steve said.
"We know…" We said chuckling. Cyril popped out of the balcony and looked at us. His face grew bright red.
"Did not see you there. Anyway it's time for breakfast."
"Okay we will be there soon."
Spyro started to walk in. Cynder glanced at us, then followed. We dropped our tools and walked back into the tower. We pulled up our chest and sat down across form Spyro and Cynder. We talked about our progress on the chopper.
"Well, we got the main frame and the ailerons and elevators."
Spyro and Cynder looked at us as if we just said we ate babies every day.
"What?" They said.
"Elevators and ailerons are device for steering and controlling the chopper."
"Oh…"
After that breakfast came out. Today it was fried boar with a side of fruit. Cynder took a bite and looked towards Spyro.
"Are you going to eat?"
"Yea…"
"Okay, don't want you to go hungry."
Spyro leaned over and bite off a large piece of his boar. The three of us were skeptical about eating the boar. We stared at it for a couple of minutes. Then, Cynder noticed us.
"Oh come on guys, It won't kill you!"
"We just never ate boar before."
"Alright."
So we leaned over and took small bites. Then they inclined to larger bites.
"See? It's good." Spyro said.
"You're right…." We said.
"Done!" Cynder suddenly barked.
Spyro looked over at her empty plate. He was not finished with his yet.
"I guess you were hungry…"
"I was, Spy." Cynder then sighed.
"I have not eaten since yesterday."
"Did you eat breakfast yesterday?"
"Yea, but nothing else."
Spyro finished his food. We were still eating. Cynder got anxious.
"Spy, can we um…"
"Oh! Right let's go."
"Bye guys me and Spyro are going up stairs."
"Ok, you two might hear sawing again soon."
"Alright."
The two then walked up the stairs and into their room. The three of us finally scrapped our plate clean. I decided to give the mole a break and carried the plate myself.
"Thank, you sir DT." He said.
"A little kindness can make a huge difference."
The mole nodded and walked back into the kitchen.
"How nice of you to take back the dishes yourself." John Commented.
"Yea, it was nice of you to do that." Steve added in.
"I can't resist being nice."
We walked side by side back outside to finish what we started. Steve had one more aileron to go. John and I were done and started connecting the belts.
"Alright, we'll start to connect these." I said.
Yet, as we did this I wandered what Spyro and Cynder were up to….
Spyro and Cynder sat on the balcony. Spyro had a wing wrapped around Cynder's back. They leaned in heads and looked at the forest ahead. Cynder pointed out wild animals. Spyro was occupied by our chopper. Cynder wanted to step up from cuddling on the balcony.
"Hey, Spyro why don't we go in and…."
"Ok… why not."
As the two walked in Spyro was thinking…
"Cynder is not herself… she's lovey dovey and stuff. I like it but, it's not her."
Cynder lead Spyro onto the bed. Spyro got on top of Cynder.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Spyro, I was born ready." She said a in a sexy voice.
The two pressed muzzles and their tongues wrestled inside one another's mouth.
