8 Winging It!

CHAPTER 8 WINGING IT! At home, I get to work. I take a wire coat hanger and bend it into a halo. It's easy—a little circle on top and a bigger circle on the bottom that fits on my head. It looks a little like a TV antenna, so I spray it with gold paint. COOL

Wings—how am I going to make those? Two pillows don't work. Two paper plates look lame. Mom says to get some cardboard and she'll help me cut out wings. Mom is a good artist. She draws me a pair of wings. Then I cut them out, but they still look like they are made of cardboard. WINGS PILLOWS- NO! GLOVES- NO! PAPER PLATES- NO! TENNIS RACKETS- NO! PLASTIC MILK BOTTLES- NO!

CARDBOARD CUT-OUT. YES! WHAT YOU NEED 1. A BIG PIECE OF CARDBOARD 2. PEN OR PENCIL 3. SCISSORS 4. DUCT TAPE 5. MOM'S HELP NOT BAD. THEY STILL LOOK LIKE CARDBOARD.

"Bummer," I sigh. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mom yells out, "Feathers! We need lots of feathers." We both look at Peeper, our parakeet. No-ooo way! Peeper needs all the feathers he's got. "Hmmm. Let's try the park," says Mom. We drive over, but the pigeons want to keep all theirs, too.

Too LATE. NOW WHAT? So we rush over to the market. But we're out of pluck. All the chickens are already naked. "Pillows!" shouts Mom. "What was I thinking?! Pillows are full of feathers. And we have lots of those at home."

We speed home and find an old down pillow. Mom opens it up and shakes it out. Now we are in fine feather weather. Feathers float and fall all over the room like snowflakes. Mom and I catch them in mid- air and glue them to the wings. Now they look like they belong to an angel. I'm almost ready to fly! THANKS, mom.