Choose the Wright

Andy slipped into his parka and raced towards the outskirts of town. He was glad school was over. It had been a long day of math numbers and penmanship. Miss Carol seemed determined to do him in. Andy threw his book bag over his shoulder and kept on running.

Andy wasn’t the best student, but ask him anything about flying and he could spew out facts. He was a flying expert. He loved to sit and watch birds fly. He studied their landings and their takeoffs. On occasion, he had been known to capture one and try experiments with it wings. The poor creature was left to flap around indignantly.

On the day Andy read the sign stating that Orville and Wilbur Wright were coming to town, he thought he would explode from excitement. The sign said that these two brothers were inventing a real flying machine and would be demonstrating it on the grassy hill above the town. Andy had hiked up his suspenders and raced the whole three miles home barefoot to share the news.

Today as Andy hiked up the grassy knoll, he was almost knocked flat on the ground. Just above him in the air was a huge flying machine. It was beautiful. Andy sat back on the grass to watch. The machine seemed to be flying all on its own. He scanned the crowd looking for the Wright brothers. He finally spotted the two. They were smiling with great pride.