Sebastian wanted to know what it would be like to be able to fly like May-bee. I thought and I thought and came up with a plan.
We would take him to ride the carousel of my childhood . . .
the one that my dad used to take me to ride on. I always needed help getting up on the horses. Sebastian seemed to have no problem.
“Hey buddy – you’re sitting in my seat.”
You might want to sit a little higher up so that you can see better.
No, no. Face the other way.
Uh, not that way either.
Nope, try again.
Sebastian says, “It’s almost like flying!”
Now you’re just showing off.
Upon returning home, I opened my email to find a mysterious message. Apparently, someone wants me to make a pair of wings. Just wings – no bear. And they want Sebastian to deliver them. That’s very curious. You don’t suppose Sebastian has anything to do with that, do you?