She Would Be Flying, If She Could

The boxtree was growing, making its famous fruits, and the yellow spiralingflower was letting its seeds fly.

Vera was watching silently, keeping herself well inside the boundaries of the sheet’s frame she was living on.
It wasn’t until the tumbling ribbongrass came down over her that she realized there was no boundary when looking up.
She could see all the way to eternity.
Then she kind of shrank back to reality again. I can’t fly…

She had actually forgotten that she could fly throughout water and oceans all over the world

— but at least she remembered to put lipstick on her beak today.