The morning after, it tried harder than it ever had before to have a change happen. It sat in freezing water, trying to make it move to no avail. It concentrated to a headache in an attempt to make a wind gust. And it tried to make a little sprout grow. Then it did. The sprout twitched and wiggled up. Sulk stared in disbelief, then went back to concentrating. It wiggled a little more, growing taller and taller by the second. It had done it. And it was overjoyed. Sure, the power was far weaker, but that was just what it wanted: something safe, and something comfortable. It sat in the field for hours, growing flowers, wishing it could go back to its nest and tell its father and nestmates all about it.
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