Gangle wasn’t sure if there were really lions behind them, but he could make out snarls and the thud of clawed paws. ![]() But it didn’t seem so funny now, as they raced across the savannah under the unforgiving moon. Gangle had always laughed, because he knew Flash didn’t really mean it. In other words, they’d catch Gangle first and be satisfied. Gangle remembered his friend’s tiresome, often-repeated joke: I don’t have to run faster than the lions, he’d tell Gangle I just have to run faster than you! Flapping his stubby wings, he ran grimly on.įlash, with his long, muscular legs and his glossy black-and-white feathers, had always been stronger and faster. His splayed talons slammed onto the ground, raising puffs of gray dust as he strove to lengthen his strides, but he was still barely keeping up with Flash. ![]() A great white moon hung in a sky scattered with stars it was so bright, it cast a shadow alongside Gangle the ostrich as he thundered across the dry plain.
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