The Second Flitt Herd
You leave the flitts, waving and promising to return. Suddenly a familiar chirp rockets into yor ear. More flitts. A flitt stallion, proud and a steel blue, canters through the sky, chirping to you. "Hello! I am Abracadabra and this is my mate, Anna Marie." he bows in mid-air, a strange feat, and you notice a beautiful young flitt mare sitting on a flower petal. "Hello" she says shyly, and you notice she is in foal.
