But when we were at home, in her little apartment with the wind-up sputnik that played "The Internationale," she would let my wings out and light the candles and watch me wobble around the room, my wings flapping, her chin in her hands, her eyes bright.
"Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town"
Cory Doctorow
Is it one of the space platforms or a sputnik?
"The Secret of the Ninth Planet"
Donald Allen Wollheim