"They're delightful creatures, aren't they?" Freddie agrees, halting her pursuit as Chawcey bounds ahead, a couple heavy flaps of his wings sufficient to let him hop across to a chimney on the next roof over.

For leans against the slope of the gabled roof, watching the griffon once again entertain himself with his new noisemaker. "Though you'd think by now people would know better than to leave things lying about. I suppose they must have thought this too heavy, but of course the larger griffons can carry two riders at once. Have you tried?"