Griffin FlightStara stepped out over the cliff edge. The summer breeze swayed in her striped, orange feathers. She watched two other griffin cubs practicing the art of flight beneath her. She lifted out her wings to let the wind blow through them. All her instincts were shouting to jump, but her mom said she couldn’t.Stara didn’t really understand why she couldn’t fly. That’s what griffins were supposed to do. Her wings did look a little funny, but they’d grow out right some day, right?“Stara! Get away from the edge this instant!” Her father screeched, running up behind her. “You’ll fall!”“But I wouldn’t fall father. I would fly!”“Fly my tail feathers. You know your wings are… uh…”“Crooked.” Stara squawked quietly, trying to hold back tears.“Baby, don’t feel like that. Come here.” Her father cawed. Stara walked over and nuzzled her way into her father’s wing