Annabelle - Little Glider

A crisp white paper airplane was resting nose-first among the moss by the flower bed. Annabelle trotted over, her little bell giving a quiet chime, and sniffed the creased paper. The wings were folded so sharply, pointing right toward the open sky! Annabelle nudged the tail with her nose, pushing it up onto a warm garden stone. When a gentle breeze swept across the lawn, the paper wings gave an eager little flutter. Annabelle pressed her front hooves against the slate and blew softly underneath, watching it glide forward a few inches across the grass before settling still. They were both practicing their wings today.