As he looked on from the highest tower, Ixar pondered: Would his feather carry him if he explored?
It was stained crimson from his previous attempts, but he knew failure was not an option. As he gathered courage to fly again, he conjured the magical words: "CA CAWWW MOFO"
To the clouds he soared.
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