Flying Andy

• Theodore Tyson, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2019

CRASH! “Woah that was epic!” Gasped Andy (who was just nine).
“Be careful not to get too close to the window Andy,” begged Andy’s mum (Who cared a bit too much).
BANG! “Even better!” Cried Andy. “Mum I don’t feel so good, I’m gonna go to bed, ok,” explained Andy.
Andy’s Mum replied “Oh dear that’s not good.” CRACKLE.
The next morning at Himbolb Neighbourhood…
“Yaaaawwwn,ughh, what’s that feathery thing? Aargh!” Gasped Andy.
“Are you okay Andy?” wondered Andy’s serious Dad.
Andy had wings that were as strong as an ox and as cold as ice.
Swish.
“Who are you?” Asked Andy.
“I’m your flying instructor,” Andy’s flying instructor explained. “Obviously you can’t fly,” chuckled Andy’s instructor.
“I can fly see…woooah, maybe not,” Andy snapped.
“I see you need help desperately,” admitted Andy’s flying instructor.
2 Weeks Later….
Flap, Flap, Flap. “I’m Flying!” Andy yelled.
“That’s it, keep going, go on,” chanted Andy’s flying instructor. “You did it, you accomplished flying, well done!” Andy’s flying instructor told Andy.
“You’ve accomplished flying!!!”