Whirlybird Launch

I scooped up a dry, papery maple helicopter seed from beside the doormat, clamping the stiff little pod snugly beneath my chin. Trotting right to the edge of the highest wooden step on my stubby hooves, I paused to tilt my head, listening intently as a fresh morning breeze swept across the yard. When the draft ruffled my sparkly wings, I gave an eager upward flick of my snout, launching the seed out over the drop. Whoosh! It caught the air stream instantly, whirling in a rapid, dizzy propeller spin all the way down to the lawn. I let out a proud, happy chirp at my launch!