Why We Don’t Fly in Paper Bags
By Britney


One day a man who liked to invent stuff decided he wanted to fly. So he built and built and built and built until he had built a paper bag! He got in it and put on his helmet.

“There he goes!” said the announcer when the man got in. The plane wasn’t flying yet, but the announcer didn’t know that. That’s ‘cause he wasn’t looking. He wasn’t looking ‘cause he was tying his bowtie.

The inventor man pulled a lever and he went up—up—up! He was flying!

“I’m flying!” he said.

Then he looked down and saw that a bird was carrying the bag.

“Go away,” he said, because he wanted the bag to fly by itself.

So the bird went away.

“I’m flying!” said the man.

Then he looked down and saw that a giant fly was carrying the bag.

“Go away!” he said.

So the giant fly went away.

“I’m flying!” said the man.

Then he looked down and saw that Matau was carrying the bag.

“Go away!” he said.

So Matau went away and the bag flew by itself.

“I’m flying!” said the man.

Then he looked down and saw that he was falling.

“Go away!” he said to the ground, because he wanted the bag to fly.

But the ground did not go away. It wanted to stay there.

“I’m falling!” said the man. And he landed.

A reporter guy came up to him. “How did you like flying in a paper bag?” he said.

“I did not like it. I will make something else to fly in,” said the man.

Then he went and built and built and built and built until he built the airplane.


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