Wonderful! Flying!> The six of us were all together. Flying. It was the first time for Ax. He just kept saying how wonderful it was. He wouldn’t shut up. It was the most excited he’d been since he’d discovered coffee. Which was cool, because flying really is wonderful. <These are excellent eyes!> Ax said. <Far better than your human eyes. Even better than my Andalite eyes.> <Yes, birds of prey usually have great daytime vision,> Tobias said. <I think mine may actually be a little better than yours, though.> <I doubt that,> Ax said. <It is hard to imagine better vision than this.> <Remember the good old days?> I asked. <When we used to argue over who had the best jump shot? Now it’s who has the best bird eyes.> We were sailing above a patch of woods. It was almost solid green below us. We had risen high on a beautiful thermal. A thermal is a warm bubble of air that acts like an elevator, letting you soar high with almost no effort.
