Feathers ✓

11. The End.

The water at the bottom of my tall

cliff wasn't a pretty blue anymore. It

was dark and black like the clouds. I

took a step back and touched the trees

that I could reach.

I was going to touch the clouds again.

The clouds would make it all better. I

could give papa his wings back. Mama

and papa would be together again.

The clouds would stop crying.

I took another step back. I was afraid.

After I flew, I would go home to

mama. I would tell mama I don't ever

want to go to school again. Mama and

I would stay in the pretty garden all

day.

Papa would come home and I would

give him his wings back. We would go

play in the trees. Papa would touch

the clouds with me.

I ran for the cliff and never went back

home to mama.