You flap your wings a few times, feeling the wind between your feathers. You lift up your talons and glide off the Farris wheel turning your head toward the running waters of the stream. You flap your wings as you catch the air. You take a few mistakes, but soon enough you become a natural. The only thing you can hear is the wind hitting against you face like the time you stuck your head out of a car's window, you look down to find a place to land, and found a huge tree by the streamside, you glide down to about a few feet above a thick branch and start flapping your wings to slow down your fall sticking your talons out and guiding them toward the branch, to then finally land. You look at the view of the stream and Farris wheel and thought that maybe that this might not be so bad after all.