• I was perched on the top of my house. The wind was blowing and the day was cool. I thought it would be perfect. I looked around me, a squirrel was sniffing my back pack; curious to what it was. I fed it a granola bar.

    I was set. Perfect day to fly. Though, there was one problem: I had no wings. So, I searched my brain and found a picture of someone flying. I replaced thier image with mine and it slowly started to move.

    No sooner than I start enjoying myself,I fell of the roof.