Blog by Lakshita | Digital Diary

TWO STORISE ABOUT FLYING The young seagull was alon on his ladge. His two Brothers and his sister had already flown away the day before. He had baan afraid to fly whit them. Somehow when he had taken a little run forward to the brink of the ladeg and attempted to flap his wings he became afraid. The great expanse of sea stretched down beneath, and it was such a long way down-miles down. He felt certain that his wings would never support him; so he bent his head and ran away back to the little hole under the ledge  where he slept at night. Even when each of his beothers and his little sister, whose wings were far shorter than his own, ran to the brink, fiapped their wings, and flew away, he failed to muster up courage to take that plunge which appeared to him so desperate. his father and mother had come around calling to him shrilly, upbraiding hin, threatening to let him starve on his ledge unless he flew away. But for the life of him he could not move. That was twenty-four hours ago. Since them nobody had come hear him.