Vera and the Great Windy
Vera was trying to figure out where the Great Windy came from,
and why She was following her around like this.
She had almost knocked Vera over once or twice,
and Vera was not happy about it.
Well... sometimes she was happy about it. When the sun was too warm, and the Great Windy just barely touched her forehead and cooled her beak, then she actually enjoyed it. But when the Great Windy did like She did today, pushed her around, she didn’t like it at all.
Today the Great Windy was especially persistent, and Vera did her best to stay on her feet. She blew Vera all the way through the meadow, in a frantic chaos of green and yellow, flower petals rushing by, and out to the edge of the cliff.
Vera didn’t like the cliff, and with the Great Windy at her back it was even scarier. She tried to avoid it, but it was not possible. The Great Windy lifted her from the ground, and she twirled through the air like a colorful ball of black and white.
“Oh dear!” Vera screamed. Or at least she wanted to scream. The Great Windy played with Vera for a while, before She set her gently down on the grass again.
Vera was utterly shook up.
“Wasn’t that fun?” Windy whispered. “Have you ever seen the meadow and the ocean from above like that?”
Her soft and friendly voice puzzled Vera.
“Nooo...” Vera said. “But I kept my eyes closed the whole time, so I didn’t see it now either.”
Windy laughed. “Well,” She said, “I’ll bring you along another time too. I promise.”
“No need,” Vera stuttered. “I’ll take your word for its beauty.”
And the Great Windy slowly drifted away, like a small draft through a window, and left Vera in utter silence.
