Wing

Wing

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My day started off normally, but then everything changed.

I was playing my sweet, melodic music when I crashed into the ground. I looked up hoping to catch this menace, this hazard to society when I saw a big, black, booming CROW! I turned around for I had tasted yucky, icky DIRT!!! Quietly, I looked around to find an escape. One of the crows, probably their leader, grabbed me by my wing, snatched the flute out of my hand, and then threw me on the ground. Their leader started to play the flute but it sounded more like a cat yowling. 

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I placed my hands over my ears. Then I ran into the distance. I saw my house and dashed inside, locked the door with a HUGE plank of wood then breathed a sigh of relief. I looked out of the window and saw tiny little birds flying, then suddenly I had the urge to fly in the sky. I went to the top of my tree and grabbed my launcher which was a birthday gift from my grandma.

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 I make my own wing that will help me balance in the sky. I sit in my launcher, grab my handle, and WHOOSH!!! There I go, flying in the sky. It's like a  flying sensation. Everything is well until, SCRATCH!!!! I landed on the ground, all of my muscles paining in agony. I looked up to see 4 crows staring at my writhing face. Suddenly I can hear lovely, calm music paying from my very own flute.  I look up to see a beautiful girl hovering in the air, then she is gone. The crows follow her and I can hear squawking and screaming.

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I stand up and follow them when I can see feathers everywhere. I continuous walking when I can see a majestic, girl sadly playing my flute. On her shoulder is one wing. I place my lucky scarf on her neck. She turns around and gives me back my flute. I am overjoyed. But then I see 2 pairs of eyes looking around the trees.  Our wings start to flap so I hold her hand. We fly off into the sky while we share a smile. We look down to find the leader of the crow angrily crushing the flute. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that we are all safe. We fly off into the sunset knowing everything will get better and better. 

Moral Of The Story: We are each of us angels with one wing, but we can only fly by embracing one another.