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Ginny Weasley! One of my best friends. I wrote you a story.

There was once a little mouse named Desmond Michael Carman Jr. He lived in a cave by the ocean. Every day little Desmond Michael Carman Jr. would go out and watch the seagulls fly the thermals of the ocean air. Poor Desmond Michael Carman Jr. was a jealous mouse, he wished he could fly like the seagulls.

Finally he decided he was going to build a machine that will let him fly. He gathered twigs and leaves to make wings that he would wrap around his little mouse arms and back. He climbed a rock and took a giant leap. But sadly his invention did not work and he fell into the sand.

Poor Desmond Michael Carman Jr. wept because all he wanted was to fly. As a seagull flew by, he paused hearing the poor mouse. The seagull asked Desmond Michael Jr. what was wrong and when the mouse told him, the seagull formed an idea. He told Desmond Michael Jr. that he would return shortly and to stay put. When the seagull finally returned, Desmond Michael Jr. looked up and saw that the seagull had a small harnest with string that tied around the seagull's body. Desmond Michael Jr. strapped himself into the harnest and the next thing he knew, the seagull and carried him into the air. Happy Desmond Michael Jr. spread out his little mouse arms and looked down at the ocean below. He finally got a chance to feel what it was like fly.

The end.

Hurry back Ginny!

Paisley D. H.