He practiced how smoothly the birds landed in the corn field, even the big fat crows landed as smooth, as silky smo oth as Joshua's very own bear quilt. I'm going to practice just once, thought Joshua. So he went over to his window and looked out. But his window was high high, way too high high to fly from. So Joshua went down to talk with his daddy again about this flying business.
Birds can fly and airplanes can fly.
Boys climb and run and jump. Boys leap and fall. Boys smash and crash. But, no Joshua, little boys don't fly. Joshua went back up to his high high bedroom window and decided to fly anyhow.