Penny

Our falcon flies through a tiny opening in a cloud. On the other side of the cloud is Peter. He is unaware of the bird standing before him. He has his nose buried in the farmer's almanac, again. The bird caws to get his attention. Peter looks up and smiles. "Penny , you're back. I wasn't expecting you so soon." Peter leans to the side. "Where are they?" He asks. The falcon squawks. "They refused to come?" The bird nods its massive head. "Didn't they know they were summoned?" The bird caws again. "They didn't care? That sounds about right. " Peter taps his fingers. "The boss is not going to like this. I don't want to tell him though, not yet. We'll wait a while. Let them come to us. Let them do the right thing." Peter stands. "Come on, Penny. I'll walk you back to the stables."

Peter is one of the few individuals who thrive on solitude. He's not anti- social or bad with people. He's warm hearted and kind. I think he just doesn't need the interaction from humans because he treats the falcons like people. He recognizes they all have a unique personality, and that comes through when he names them. For example, Penny is named Penny because she is the smallest. She is still quite large. However, if one were to compare her with the others it is obvious she is the runt of the group. The other falcons make fun of her, but Peter reminds her she's special. Penny is undoubtedly his favorite, but he loves them all. Currently he is trying his best to calm them down. Rejecting a falcon is seen as an insult. Especially when one is summoned. They flap their wings and caw madly. Feathers are flying everywhere. They want revenge. They want to peck our eyes out and drop our bodies in the deepest waters. Peter insists violence is not the way. They don't listen to his words , so he takes out Goodnight Moon and starts to read. Eventually they calm down. They all close their eyes to rest. Hopefully they'll forget any vows of revenge. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.