The skipper of a model sailboat launched his schooner into the pond beside an open field. The wind came steadily across and made the schooner sail across the water leaving a perfect wake. She was called the "Sky" and she was made by hand a long time ago when the skipper was young using layers of wood, a keel, some paint, sails, and radio parts for steering and controlling the sails.
the wind grew even stronger as it often does in the afternoon and the "Sky" sailed even faster as the wind made her tip sideways. The more she tipped, the more her deep heavy ballast keel kept her from tipping
As the sun went slowly down behind the trees, the afternoon wind began to go down too. There was a puff, and then calm and then another puff, and then calm until the pond was as smooth as a mirror.
The skipper wanted to get the "Sky" back. He tried reaching with a branch, but he couldn't find one long enough. He thought about swimming in to get her but the water was very cold in late October. He didn't have a rowboat to row after her. He tried throwing rocks at her but he didn't want to hurt her. He asked a nearby crow for a tow to shore but the crow just said "Squalk!" He would have tried casting his fishing rod with a hook to catch the "Sky" back but his rod was home in the shed.
Finally the skipper decided to take a nap. He dreamed there was a great big motorboat that was all shiny made of silver and it had wings that worked mechanically and it could fly like a bird. The motorboat was in the middle of a grove of palm trees and it had a face like a fish and it said "I will take you where you want to go!"
Just then something bumped and the skipper woke up. a tiny puff was all the "Sky" needed. she was a-shore. As everyone knows, the wind never stops forever.
the wind grew even stronger as it often does in the afternoon and the "Sky" sailed even faster as the wind made her tip sideways. The more she tipped, the more her deep heavy ballast keel kept her from tipping
As the sun went slowly down behind the trees, the afternoon wind began to go down too. There was a puff, and then calm and then another puff, and then calm until the pond was as smooth as a mirror.
The skipper wanted to get the "Sky" back. He tried reaching with a branch, but he couldn't find one long enough. He thought about swimming in to get her but the water was very cold in late October. He didn't have a rowboat to row after her. He tried throwing rocks at her but he didn't want to hurt her. He asked a nearby crow for a tow to shore but the crow just said "Squalk!" He would have tried casting his fishing rod with a hook to catch the "Sky" back but his rod was home in the shed.
Finally the skipper decided to take a nap. He dreamed there was a great big motorboat that was all shiny made of silver and it had wings that worked mechanically and it could fly like a bird. The motorboat was in the middle of a grove of palm trees and it had a face like a fish and it said "I will take you where you want to go!"
Just then something bumped and the skipper woke up. a tiny puff was all the "Sky" needed. she was a-shore. As everyone knows, the wind never stops forever.
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