“You’re a gull. You must.”
“But my wings are weak, and the wind is strong.”
“I will be right behind you. I will catch you if you fall.”
The young gull spread his wings and felt the earth fall beneath his feet. The breeze brushed along his feathers and led him down a leisurely spiral towards the sea, his heart racing and voice screeching as he eased onto the sand.
The mother gull swooped past and unleashed a proud squawk.
The youngling somersaulted in the wind, snagged a crab, and disappeared into the sluggish dawn.