Sarah Learns to Fly (After Revisions)

When she was little, Sarah loved watching the birds and butterflies.

She would chase them around her yard, watching their bright wings flap, sending their delicate bodies through the air.

“Mommy, she said. “I want to be a bird. I want to have pretty wings and fly up in the trees.”

“But Sarah,” Mom replied. “You’re my little girl. You have arms and legs and you can be anything else…”

“Like a princess…”

“Or an astronaut…”

“Or a ballerina…”

“Or even the president.”

“But you can’t be a bird.”

At school the next day, Sarah saw more butterflies fluttering outside the window.

“Mrs. Brown,” she said. “I want to be a butterfly. I want to have pretty wings and fly around the flowers.”

“But Sarah,” Mrs. Brown replied. “You were made to be a special little girl. You’re here in class with your friends where you can do fun things…”

“Like read…”

“Or count…”

“Or play…:

“Or Learn…”

“But a butterfly can’t do any of these things.”

That night, Sarah’s Uncle Bill came over.

Uncle Bill was an inventor. He told Sarah about a drone he just made that flew with the eagles.

“Uncle Bill,” Sarah said. “I want to be an eagle. I want strong, pretty wings. I want to fly high in the sky with your new drone.”

“But Sarah,” Uncle Bill replied. “You don’t have to be a eagle, or any other type of bird to fly high in the sky like my drone. If you really want to, you can go to school and become a pilot so you can fly planes as high as the bravest birds soar.

And so Sarah learned how to fly and spent every day with the birds in the sky in her own special plane designed by Uncle Bill.

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