“It was getting on Tiffany’s nerves. She didn’t need a drill sergeant. What she needed was a pair of pants. The dress only inhibited her legs. “Why do I have to wear this stupid dress?” Tiffany snapped. “Because you’re tailless,” D.K. replied evenly. “If you had a tail, you wouldn’t need a sail between your legs to help steer. When your wings get bigger, you won’t need the gown. Be thankful you’re not wingless, too. Now, try again.” I’d rather be wingless.”