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&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth Brisby &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; hated flying. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Perched there on the crow&#039;s wide back, sandwiched in between her two&lt;br /&gt;
daughters, with their excited chatter flowing non-stop around her, she took a&lt;br /&gt;
quick peek down...and instantly wished that she hadn&#039;t. For her, at least, the&lt;br /&gt;
third time definitely was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; the charm. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Exactly how high they were she had no idea--&amp;quot;far too&amp;quot; was what&lt;br /&gt;
came first to mind--high enough, at least, that the forest below looked like a&lt;br /&gt;
lumpy green carpet, the individual trees blurring and merging. But as high as&lt;br /&gt;
they were, Jeremy was climbing still higher, his wings flapping steadily,&lt;br /&gt;
easily. Considering what lay ahead, Elizabeth certainly couldn&#039;t blame him; but&lt;br /&gt;
with every foot of altitude they gained she felt a few more butterflies hatch&lt;br /&gt;
in her stomach. &lt;i&gt;Why am I the only one who doesn&#039;t like this?&lt;/i&gt; she&lt;br /&gt;
wondered gloomily. &lt;/p&gt;
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 <dc:creator>Simon</dc:creator>
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