Five-In-One
You try to fly. You flap your arms like an idiot. Flap flap flap. Your feet stay put on terra firma. Why aren't you rising from the ground?
Oh yeah, you forgot. You CANNOT fly! The weasels are now gaining on you! They bare their sharp teeth, and they run towards you like ponies, while you continue to flap and flap your arms because you chose to fly.
You're still not rising from the ground. Are you gonna die in the mouths of these weasels?! No, you're not gonna die! And then, remembering what you saw in a Disney flick, you take a handkerchief from your pocket, rip it into two, then hold onto a piece in each hand. You flap your wings again... you're rising from the ground! You get high enough before the weasels reach the spot where you were!
Oh yeah, you forgot. You CANNOT fly! The weasels are now gaining on you! They bare their sharp teeth, and they run towards you like ponies, while you continue to flap and flap your arms because you chose to fly.
You're still not rising from the ground. Are you gonna die in the mouths of these weasels?! No, you're not gonna die! And then, remembering what you saw in a Disney flick, you take a handkerchief from your pocket, rip it into two, then hold onto a piece in each hand. You flap your wings again... you're rising from the ground! You get high enough before the weasels reach the spot where you were!