The two feathered gliders crashed through layer after layer of foliage as they plunged down through the forest canopy. Fortunately for them, they were both very light, and their fall was cushionedóalbeit painfullyóby the leafy branches. Eventually they landed in a tangled heap on the forest floor, extremely dazed, but not seriously injured.
“Ow,” the teal glider croaked, “That’s gonna be a bruise.”
The red glider, lying facedown in a crumpled feathery pile, just groaned weakly. His teal counterpart, quicker to recover, stood up and began brushing off the leaves and twigs that had become entangled in his feathers. When he was finished, he turned to look at the larger creature.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked. The ruffled red lump in front of him simply uttered another groan in response.
“Uh, here, lemme help you up.” Finding one of the red creature’s hands, the teal glider grabbed it, straining as he helped pull the bigger dinosaur to his feet. Upon doing so, he finally got a good look at him, and his jaw dropped in astonishment.
“I don’t believe it!” he exclaimed, “Another one like me! I–I–I mean, you’re a lot bigger than me, but you’re the same as me! Well, almost the same...I mean, you’re not 'me' exactly, but you’re like...like...another me! A different me! Like, there’s two of me, but one’s different...”
As the ecstatic teal glider chattered on, the larger creature gradually emerged from his trauma-induced stupor. (He wasn’t accustomed to such violent bodily collisions.) Black spots of lightheadedness still obscured his vision, but he recognized the smaller dinosaur’s distinctive speech, and as his optic lucidity returned to normal, he saw clearly for the first time an individual he had previously known only as a talking two-dimensional image.
“Guido?” he asked in surprise.