Skye had managed to teach Zazzy how to get off of the ground, but she was still building her wing strength to be able to fly higher than ten or twelve feet. The noise and smells from the fairgrounds had wafted with the wind towards Zazzy's Place. She was with the kennel master's son, Lenny, practicing her flying out in the field. Like she usually did with her mother around that time.
As she steadily built her height, the smells from the various foods made her stomach growl loudly. Lenny laughed at her as she flew back and forth from one end of the field to the other. Telling her that she could eat as soon as they finished her training for the day.
"Your mother even ordered a special treat for you tonight! A whole roasted lamb, just for you! How does that sound?"
