- One rainy day whilst out shopping for groceries, I am surrounded by a growing crowd who are under the impression that I can fly.
- It seems that a dreadful mistake has been made.
- The local paper has printed an article about a gentleman who really does have this enviable talent, but they have put my photograph above the article.
- I am unsure about how the newspaper came to have a picture of me, but that is the least of my worries, faced, as I am, with this heckling crowd of strangers.
- I protest, but the crowd will give no quarteruntil I show them my incredible powers.
- At last, I give in to them, and stand, flapping my arms and jumping as high as I can into the damp air.
- This goes on for some time, and I become increasingly frightened that the now disenchanted crowd will attack me,believing me to be a self-promoting charlatan.
- But in the end they straggle off, muttering.
- Thanking my lucky stars, I rush home, too upset to continue my shopping.
- That evening, alone,
- I once again try to fly.
- It proves to be a futile exercise, but addictive.
- Night after night
- I stand on my roof,
- flapping my arms
- and making small jumps on the tiles.
- Try as I might,
- I never manage to get airborne.
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