sometimes i pretend i’m a superhero and i can fly like a bird. i go way up high, and then i can
finally catch those birdies that come into my backyard and make all that racket, trying to annoy
me because they think i can’t catch them. but when i’m birdman i can!
if i think really hard, and listen to that little voice in my head that says, yes i can! i think i could
fly. yesterday i jumped from the bench in my yard and i tried hard to fly, but i fell straight down
on my snout. i think i didn’t think hard enough. i’ll try again today, but first i need food. i can’t
think on an empty stomach. a tuna melt with relish and swiss cheese and a sweet pickle will do.
and then i’ll be ready to fly!