Birds Like Me Don't Fly (Compound Words)
Practice Words
Two-syllable compound words formed by joining two smaller words together.
I daydream about flying every day, but I cannot get off the ground by myself. Some birds need a bit of help. Today I put on my backpack and head up the pathway to Flight School.
When I learn to fly, I will go for roles in films! I will fly from the airport and dive out of airplanes high in the sky. The spotlight will shine on me, and I will have so many fans!
In my first class, I try to take off into the sky. I crash and land flat on the hilltop. The other birds point and yell at me as I lie there in the dirt. My daydream of flying feels so far away.
They swoop around me and say that I will never fly. I pick myself up and walk away down the path. Each footstep drags slow in the dirt, and I do not look back.
My pride is hurt. They can all fly so well, and I cannot even leave the ground. They tell me I am too big. They say birds like me never take off. But I hold on to my daydream.
That night, I get a big plan for my daydream. If my wings are too small, I will make bigger ones! I grab cardboard, tape, and a hammer, because every great plan needs a hammer. I bang my thumb two times, but my homemade wings look ready for the sunshine.
I read every handbook I can find on how wings work and draw each outline like a blueprint. Then I strap on my big cardboard wings and get set to fly. They creak and flex. They feel like they might really work!
This is the day! I stand on the hilltop in the sunshine with my big wings spread wide. A crowd of birds gathers on the hillside below. Some wave flags and cheer. Others watch with doubt. This is it!
The wind grabs my wings and up I shoot into the sunshine! I dive and twist and loop until my glasses fog up. I do it again with my eyes shut, just because I can. 'Birds like me do fly!' I shout, and the sound rings across the hillside.
I swoop down and land with a proud grin. My daydream came true. I can fly, and I did it my own way.