Flying Is Fun

When I came home from school, I was very tired. I lay on my bed for a nap. Some minutes later I felt myself as light as a feather. I quickly sat up on my bed and suddenly understood that I was slowly rising up into the air. I was very frightened at first, but then I realized that it was not such a bad thing to be able to fly. So I flew up to the window and opened it. I looked down – it was very far to the floor. I closed my eyes and flew through the window.

Oh what have I done?! After a while, when nothing happened, I slowly opened my eyes. I was flying! I was rising higher and higher! Oh, it was wonderful! I saw a lot of houses trapped in telephone wires as if in a spider web. There were trees like patches of grass and people like little ants below me. The cars looked like little shiny bugs. It was very funny.

I was so busy looking down that I did not notice the Ostankino TV tower and hit my head on it. That hurt! So I decided to fly out into the country. There were no towers there.

An hour later, I saw green forests, blue lakes and white rivers. I felt very thirsty, so I flew down to a big lake. I was drinking from it when I heard some shots fired in the distance. At first I wanted to fly away, but then I saw some ducks. They were so frightened and helpless! I rushed to the hunter, snatched the gun from his hands and threw it into the lake. I shouted at him: “You must never kill birds or animals again!” The hunter was scared and ran away. I was very pleased with myself.

After flying some more I felt tired and wanted to have a rest, so I began to descend into a forest. Going into a forest from above is very different from entering it on foot! I have never thought it would be so difficult! I kept hitting tree trunks and catching my hair and clothes on branches. At last I came down to the ground. What a relief!

Suddenly, I heard a squeaking sound. It was a little nestling fallen from a nest! It was so little! I carefully picked it up and flew up to its nest and put it inside. I was so grateful that I could fly and that I could save the nestling.

By then it was getting late. I flew out of the forest and headed towards home. The weather was beginning to get worse. The wind was blowing in my face and it began to rain. Flying in such weather was very hard; I got wet, cold and tired very quickly. I thought about how birds fly in any kind of weather and how difficult it must be for them!

An hour later, I saw my house with the window to my room open wide. I flew through it, lay on my bed and fell fast asleep. Flying is fun; but it is so good to be back home!