The Sky Patrol and the Secret of the Skyscrapers
The Sky Patrol and the Secret of the Skyscrapers Once upon a sunny Tuesday afternoon in Brooklyn, ten-year-old Maya and her younger brother Leo sat on a park bench in Prospect Park, munching on apple slices. "Look!" Leo pointed toward the tall, leafy oak tree near the edge of the paved path. "A giant rat!" Sure enough, a plump, whisker-twitching rat was nervously darting toward an empty sandwich wrapper left on the grass. Before the rat could reach the wrapper, a shadow fell over the path. SWOOSH. A magnificent bird with wide brown wings and a bright rust-colored tail swept silently down from the branch above. It landed with a soft rustle of leaves, snatched the rat with its sharp yellow talons, and launched back up into the sky toward the high stone ledge of a nearby apartment building. "Whoa!" Leo gasped, dropping his apple slice. "Did you see that?! What was that flying dinosaur?!" Maya pulled out her notebook and squinted up at th...