By the time Pinion had finished talking its mind was positively swimming in new information. It had so much to think about! Night had fallen and the flamingos had all taken up positions in and around the pool. Quill, Langoustine, and Pebble stood nearby, each on one leg, their heads tucked beneath their wings. Similarly Web and Covert had already gone to sleep in the classic flamingo position, their breathing soft and gentle and their webbed toes splayed on the grass to keep them steady as they slumbered.

Pinion found a suitably empty spot, tucked its left leg into the feathers of its belly, and buried its beak into the plumage on its back. With a sigh, the flamingo let its mind race wherever it would.

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