Learning to sew

I attached wings to my little daemon so it can get the fuck away from here. Taught it to fly and how to steal fire like its ancestor before it. Before long it will be copulating with flying horses and return big and strong, like in my youth, with a whole horde of little flying hearts. Getting fresh air, sunlight, moonlight, starlight, and clean water these little daemons will travel on the breath of a fragrance unknown to most and this 350 pound, drooling, stinking, crazed monster of mine will remember what it was supposed to be doing this whole time... protecting that which created it. The sound will be phenomenal.