Allison smiled at Lakeya, seeing how well the wings were disguisedby the wrappings and clothing. "No one will suspect a thing, Little Bird. You won't have to worry a mite. I think that the best place in the city is the park. You'll like it very much." She led him out of the house, down the street toward the city's park. "Your wings aren't botherin you, are they? If they itch a little, that's just letting you know that the cells are regenerating, and that the bones are healing."

"Regenerating meas that they're... re-growing. Your body is made up of billions of trillions of cells, and it makes more all the time to replace old ones, because cells are like animals so small that over a hundred would fit on the tip of a needle. And they all work together sending messages and growing, and when they die they're replaced by new cells. It's very interesting. Though I don't suppose they teach biology in Heaven." Soon they reached the park, a rolling expanse of green, with trees, flowers, a little creek with a bridge, and people playing everywhere. The sky was bright, blu, and clear, the sun shining down.

"Ta-da! The park."