Thousand: Five Hundred Seventeen

wings. At her shoulder blades she has wings, lichen-like in coloring, dull and speckled, about the size of a pigeon’s wings. Nothing like that could generate the lift required for a dog, let alone one of this size. They make her look more like one of those fakes you see in a curio cabinet. You’ve seen the monkey-fish, haven’t you? Monkey head and arms glued to a fish body. When the gnome scowls, angry at some thought, the dog goes into a stretch, extended forelegs, raised butt, the wings opened wide. Dog shakes her head, the wings fold themselves back