Before I'll help you down from the loft, you're going to have to touch it.
This was when I, William "Doodle" Armstrong, was born. I was born small, red, and shrivled up. I didn't understand then, but Mom, Dad, and Brother thought I wouldn't survive, exect my Aunt Nicey, who delivered me.
At this point in time, Brother took me to our barn loft to show me the casket they had built for me when they thought I would die. An owl was in the casket, which flew out when he forced me to touch it. That and the thought of my casket brought me to tears.
Brother taught me how to walk in secret, which took weeks. This was the first time we revealed to the rest of our family that I could walk. Aunt Nicey and Dad were shocked, as I was previously paralyzed, and Mom, and strangely Brother, were on the verge of tears.
After being taught to walk, Brother and I learned to lie. My lies were all about people who had wings and could go anywhere they wanted, and my favorite was about a boy named Peter and his peacock. When ready to go to sleep, he is engulfed in a peacock feathered cocoon.
This is where I burried a Scarelt Ibis that died in our backyard. Seeing it made me very upset, and I decided it needed a proper burial.
This is my last moment on Earth, as I slowly start to slip away, bleeding from the mouth while my brother runs away faster and faster. This is likely caused by overexertion and my weak heart, but maybe I will finally be able to spread my wings and fly now...