Wary wardens obstructed the former sister's visitations but she, the perfidious progenitor of odious offspring, continued her conniving, watching for weaknesses in the puissant prisons confining her kin, until her scheming sights set on the open-aired yard, where hostages shot hoops beneath wide-open skies.
She shipped Raphael a silver suit of shimmering scales and didactic diagrams for donning this gear, for cinching the cowl, for holding the hood on his head, to snap the suit tight to his trachea, zipped to his lips and, when absolutely attired, he should flagellate and flounder high up in the air.
The former sister abided nearby and upon sighting her sun through spyglasses in his slick shining scales, she unhooded an enormous eagle, a phenomenal female falconiform, an accipitridae of preposterous proportions acquired in Talkeetna, Alaska, and whose penetrating pupils spotted the most substantially-sized salmon she'd ever seen.
She soared over razor-wire, swooped inside the structure and, as the guards' maws gaped, snatched up the son with her talons, claws capped with rubber nubs (Raphael praising his parent's precise planning) and conjointly they soared back to Talkeetna, where he made a fine living selling dried moose meat to tourists.
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