A Macdrabble tale

FLYING

 

Last night I went flying. Not in an aeroplane. Not in a helicopter. Not in the basket of a hot air balloon. Not with a hang glider. Just me. 

 

I didn’t have any wings. I lifted my arms and off I went.

 

I just thought if birds can do it, why not me. I am supersonicbionic. I am a stratocruiser. 

 

Nobody knows but me. Keep it a secret. I’ve told you because I am excited. I need to tell someone. My parents wouldn’t believe me. 

 

When I’ve finished my experiments, I will tell the world. Watch my vapour trail