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In bright midday clouds, King tumbles with ruffled feathers as a hawk darts away overhead. On a grassy ground below, a birdy medic with a green-cross cap runs forward holding bandages, ready to help his injured wing.
King was a racer, so fast and so strong Flying in races is where he belonged. But one day, a big hawk swooped out of the sky! King tumbled and crashed, now he couldn't fly.
In a sunlit hospital room, Skipper spins on one leg in her pink tutu beside her bed, smiling broadly. King sits upright on his adjacent bed, his goggles perched on his head and grinning at her twirl.
Skipper was small, but brave as could be. She lived in a nest high up in the city. One blustery day, the wind gave a shout It tugged at her feathers and tossed her about.
In a hospital room at dawn, golden light streams through a window onto Skipper standing on a chair, waving and winking in her pink tutu. King sits on his bed, his wing touching his chest and his face showing concern.
With a gust and a swirl, Skipper lost her way, Tumbling down, down, down, and try as she may -- She landed hard with a thump! on the street, Her tiny leg was broken, but she got to her feet.
In a bright hospital therapy room at noon, Skipper in her pink tutu twirls slowly, her leg cast visible. King stands beside her, flapping his one good wing and watching her lead with a determined smile.
Also in the birdie hospital, King hung his head. "Without my wings, I'm nothing!" he said "Racing is all I've ever known" he whispered softly, feeling so alone.
In a softly lit hospital ward at dusk, Skipper and King face each other on the floor, Skipper mid-step in her pink tutu with cast, King flapping his wing. A birdy friend in the background claps its wings in delight.
Skipper saw him, all tucked in his nest, Looking so gloomy, not feeling his best. "What's wrong?" she asked, with a tilt of her head, King sighed, 'I can't fly anymore" and felt nothing but dread.
In a quiet hospital corridor lit by soft morning light, King holds a small medal up to Skipper’s chest on her tutu. Skipper giggles, standing tall as they march side by side in bird-boot footsteps.
"How can I race like this?" King sighed, "I was the fastest in the city, and now I can't glide." Skipper smiled, "We'll get you there, you'll see! Come on, King, hop along, and learn to fly again with me"
In a dim hospital room under grey skies, rain drummed against the window. King stands beside the glass, his head lowered. Skipper hovers next to him, her pink tutu slightly damp, one wing extended in encouragement.
Skipper hopped fast, her feathers so bright, "Flying takes courage, not just speed and height! You might not race again, but you're still YOU, BIG WINGS! Coo-Coo - you'll remember what to do!"
In a sunlit hospital therapy room, Dr. Finch holds a clipboard and smiles at Skipper, who pirouettes gently in her pink tutu with cast. King stands nearby stretching his wings outward, both smiling brightly.
With a little flap and a hop by his side, Skipper helped King, and soon enough, he tried! "One flap, two flaps, don't give up quite yet!" BIG WINGS! Coo-Coo - King had started to sweat
In a hospital courtyard at morning light, Skipper and King stand atop wooden perches, wings spread wide for balance. Skipper leans slightly toward King as she whispers encouragement, and King grins, steadying himself.
Day by day, King gave it another try, with Skipper cheering "You're going so high!" They flapped together in the warm sunlight Flying was hard, but they kept up the fight.
In a rooftop bird nest at sunrise, Skipper twirls gracefully on the rim, arms open in her pink tutu. King flaps both wings and lifts into the air above her as Skipper claps with delight.
And soon King flew higher with each hopeful try, "BIG WINGS! Coo-Coo" they called to the sky. Skipper smiled and chirped "I knew from the start, You weren't trying to race, you were flying to my heart!"
On a city rooftop at twilight, King and Skipper dance in flight above a tin roof. Skipper balances on one toe of her pink tutu as King dives in a curved arc beside her with lit skyscrapers and bells overhead.
No need for a trophy, no race to win The joys of flying and friendship were now deep within. Together they soared, hearts light in the air, "BIG WINGS! Coo-Coo" what a perfect pair!
In a clear midday sky above fluffy clouds, King and Skipper fly side by side, wings outstretched. Skipper’s pink tutu flows behind her as King wears his bomber jacket and goggles, both smiling as they soar together.
If you listen close, you can hear the sound, Of two little pigeons, their hearts unbound. Side by side, high up in flight, BIG WINGS! Coo-Coo, oh, what a sight! Sometimes it just takes a friend to show the strength that you have, you might not even know! BIG WINGS! Coo-Coo, we ALL can fly, On a Wing and a Hope, we'll reach the sky!
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