In a quiet corner of Willow Pond, under the golden light of the setting sun, lived a little duckling named Pip. Pip was the smallest in his family, with soft yellow feathers, wobbly legs, and big, curious eyes that sparkled like stars. But what made Pip special wasn't his size or his fluff, it was his big, beautiful dreams.

More than anything, Pip wanted to fly. He’d watch the older ducks flap their wings and glide across the sky, their feathers catching the breeze like sails.
“Oh, how I wish I could fly like that,” Pip whispered one evening, gazing up at the glowing clouds.

Pip’s Sky High Dream

In his dream, Pip’s tiny wings were strong and wide. He flapped once whoosh! He flapped twice whoosh..WHOOSH!
And suddenly, he was flying!

Up, up, up he soared, above the willow trees, over the rippling pond, past the hill where the rabbits played. The clouds danced around him, soft and fluffy like cotton candy. Birds chirped and called, “Welcome, little flyer!”

Pip giggled and spun in the air. He zipped through rainbows, glided past butterflies, and waved at the sun as it dipped into sleep. “I’m flying!” he cheered. “I’m really flying!”