A Giant White Wing

I marched out from under the bench, fully recharged! Over by the flagstones stood the tall metal drying rack, and hanging right off the lowest wire was a giant white cotton pillowcase, billowing gently like a ship's sail. An uncharted parachute! I took three furious running strides, launched myself forward, and grabbed the hem with my bill! Whoosh—the fabric swung forward, sweeping my webbed feet straight off the ground! I clung tight, swinging back and forth in midair like a flying captain until the breeze slowed down and dropped me softly onto a patch of dry clover. Pure aerial mastery!