This is fine.

Yesterday I was falling from the sky. Problem was, I forgot how I had gotten there. I looked around for a plane or skydivers…there was empty sky. I felt for a parachute and only felt the back of my shirt. I started to scream and suddenly heard people start to giggle around me.

They were flying too! but why were we naked? Naked in the sky? What is going on here? I don't even know how I ended up the sky let alone NAKED! Is it a dream? Am I high? I didn't remember taking anything. Honestly I don't even think I went to sleep, did I?

And then a few moments later, soft brown hair began to creep all over my best friend’s face. I exclaimed, “Ahh-eee-ooo!!” And continued gibberish until I realized I sounded like a monkey. And we looked like monkeys too. We turned into flying monkeys!

This was one of the scariest moments of my life. I have seen The Wizard of Oz and the flying monkeys terrified me. Hopefully we can find a way to change ourselves back.

But only after we safely land, please! Those monkey wings are the only thing keeping us airborne. Honestly it’s sort of fun to fly around and still have hands. Maybe being a flying monkey is just fine, after all.