Percy Pigeon and the Great Parachute Test

Percy Pigeon sat on a rooftop, staring at the busy street below. Cars zoomed. Buses whooshed. Leaves twirled slowly, slowly down.

“Hey,” Percy said out loud, “why do leaves get the fun, floaty fall? I just go WHOOSH SPLAT on my feet!”

A crinkly plastic bag blew past and bonked him on the beak. “OW! Rude bag!” Percy squawked. Then his eyes went wide. “Wait a second… bag… floaty… SLOW FALL!”

Percy flapped excitedly. “I’ll make a parachute! A real one! For science! And fun! Mostly fun!”

He puffed out his chest. “Percy Pigeon,” he announced to absolutely nobody, “is now… PROFESSOR PERCY, PARACHUTE TESTER!”