Will I Fly?
"Ok Donald, let's try this one more time." Goofy encourages to the duck. Donald grunts and looks rolls his eyes. "Goofy, we've tried ten times already. I won't ever be able to fly."
It was Goofy's idea for the pair to be scientists for the day. Their question? Whether or not Donald was a real duck and could fly…
"C'mon. We're not any closer to finding out the truth. We still don't know if you're an actual duck. We need to try one more time." Goofy says. "Look, I don't think I'm a real duck after all. If I was, I would've flown the first time we did this." Donald tell the dog. Goofy looks at Donald stubbornly. "It's all in the wind. And you know what? The other times we tried there was no wind at all. Now there is. All ya gotta do is flap." Donald sighs half-heartedly.
"Fine, but this is the last time. I already have enough bruises." The "duck" points to his butt, which is closer to blue and black then the white it was supposed to be. "That's the spirit!" Goofy says.
He lifts Donald onto his shoulders. "On three." Donald tell him. Goofy nods. "One… two…" Donald begins. "THREE." Goofy finishes, throwing the bird into the air. Donald sails high into the blue sky, a small speck of white like a whisp of a cloud. "Flap Donald!" Goofy calls up to him. "What?" Donalds yells back. "FLAP!" Goofy trys again. Donald can't understand him. He begins plummeting back to the ground.
"Gawrsh! Don't worry little buddy, I'll get ya!" Goofy says, frantically running around the garden of Disney Castle, trying to keep up with the duck. "Goofy!" Donald yells. The dog plants his feet firmly in the place where he believes Donald will end up. Unfortunetly, his guesstimation is a little off. By ten feet.
Donald fall to the ground with a thump. "Donald! Are you okay?" Goofy runs over to the lump. Donald sits up and rubs his bruised butt. "I guess I'm not a duck after all." He says to Goofy, sighing. "Well, gawrsh Donald. Maybe it's not the wind at all. Maybe you just need to lay off a few pounds." Goofy says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Donald slits his eyes at looks at Goofy. "Are you saying I'm heavy?" The duck, forgetting all about his busted bottom begins hopping up and down, screeching at Goofy all the while. In the commotion, Donald has moved his arms up and down rapididly. He has risen off the ground. "DONALD! YOU'RE FLYING!" Goofy tell the beffudled duck.
Donald glances down. "I am! I am flying!" He flaps his wings harder and begins to fly around the yard. "I CAN FLY!" Donald shouts gleefully. Goofy chuckles quietly to himself anf heads to the castle. He thinks sometimes being called fat is all you need as a little encouragment. My work here is done.