It was dark now. The sun was fully out of sight, and the moon glowed majestically up above. Zallion sneaked off, leaving Fang and the other 'outies', to a quiet spot on a hilltop not very near to their den. It was starlight. The moonlit valley was pretty to see, and he began working on the poem. He thought for a while, rather unsuccessfully. He walked around as he thought. Tiny drops of water plopped down from the sky. The rain wasn't heavy; just a light drizzle. Suddenly, a beautiful verse floated into his mind, and out of his mouth, in an almost inaudible whisper,
"Walking in the moonlight, I'm thinking of you.
Listening to the raindrops, I'm thinking of you.
Day and night, my darling, you're in my mind.
Oh, my dear Ignition, how I love you."
He beamed at it, delighted. I must sing it to her one day, he thought. It didn't really rhyme or anything, but he knew Ignition wouldn't care. For the verse came from his heart.
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