March 1898: I Solve Fidget's Problem

Once after a visit with Dawson and Basil, Fidget came to talk to me for a few minutes.

"As you know, Basil's chubby friend fixed my wing last December. He says I can start flying, but I'm kind of scared," he confessed. "What if I can't do it? It's been so long! Or what if the operation wasn't as successful as the doctor thought? I want to fly again, but I'm almost afraid to try. As long as I haven't tried, I still have hope that I can fly again someday, but if I try and fail, that hope's gone, you know."

I seized him and tossed him out the nearest open window. As I'd expected, he was able to fly perfectly well. He'd just needed a little self confidence.

It was an interesting coincidence: I'd been the first one to notice when he lost his ability to fly, and now I was the first one to see him use his wings properly again.