“That a girl,” I whisper to Maggie, feeling a small sense of relief.
“Water?” I feel her press against the side of my head and take it as a positive sign.
“Great job Maggie, thank you. Far from here?” She leaps over to a nearby branch facing away from me.
“Everyone, please listen up,” I exclaim. “Maggie can fly between 50 and 65 miles an hour and has the advantage of point to point.”
Little wanders over, looks up, and interrupts with, “Will we eat today?”
I kneel, looking eye to eye, and say, “No later than breakfast time tomorrow if all goes well.”
Looking over at Rachel, I add, “It is important we keep a slow, steady pace resting as needed.”
Jack walks over. Little spots his concern and holds his hand.
Rachel announces, “Let’s begin the game, everyone; we will follow Maggie.”