Picture done by the inestimable  sammysapphire

Cale took back what he had thought before. The completed gargoyle Sammy was a giant, even for his people, who tended to get quite large. He felt a little proud that his horns were bigger than Sammy's, but that was it. The yellow gargoyle was tall enough that he could shove his head through Cale's ceiling and broad shouldered enough that Cale could sit comfortably on one.

"So, uh...Gotta figure out how to get you outta here..." Cale mused. Sammy frowned. "You'd better, this is your fault." He grumbled. "We can use the roof." Cale replied, snapping his fingers. The two gargoyles headed up and out, Cale breathing in the fresh evening air. It was great to have another gargoyle by his side, even if he was big enough that Cale on his tiptoes only came up to the lowest pack of his six pack. "I think you need new clothes...and probably flying lessons." Cale mused. "I can fly?" Sammy said doubtfully. "You bet. Gargoyle wings are a thing of beauty." Cale said proudly.