Friday, December 16, 2011
The First Time I Flew
I'm Dasher. Now, 3 days after Christmas with nothing to do, I start to remember the first time I flew. The rest of the crew and I were only 4 months old. Cupid was babbling about how he'd be the best flyer of us all, and Vixen was moaning about how the wind would mess up her newly combed fur. Comet was being a nuisance by doing victory dances and shouting "I can't believe I was chosen for the team!" in people's-no, reindeer's faces. Me? I was just plain nervous. What if I found out in the middle of the air that I couldn't fly? What if I crashed? What if I got left behind? From Rudolph's expression, I could tell he was feeling the same way, and gave him a comforting nudge. Then an elf emerged from the door. Santa was with him. Santa got into the sleigh. The elf gave all of us a carrot and told us to eat it when he said "Takeoff!" He waited a moment then "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, takeoff!" I gobbled my carrot. It tasted like sugar. For 1 moment, nothing happened. Then, I felt my feet lift up off the grass and saw the other reindeer's doing the same. So much for What if... No. 1! I was flying!