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“But I don’t wanna!” wailed 2020, dragging his feet.
The instructor sighed, “You have wings for a reason. It’s time to learn to use them.”
2020 flopped onto the ground (or what passed for ground in the realm of non-reality), folded his arms and stuck out his tongue, “You can’t make me. I’m staying right here.”
The instructor looked at his clipboard, looked up into the indefinite color of what could be considered sky (or a roof, or more ground), counted to ten, took a deep breath and then made a decision.
In an instant, the non-landscape changed and they were no longer standing on firm ground. Well, the instructor was standing on something, but 2020 was falling; falling fast through the nothingness of time and space.
“Flap!” yelled the instructor. “Rise above!”
Instead, all the instructor heard were screams. The instructor shook his head and sighed again, “He’ll figure it out.”
