Last summer, I knew how to fly. You know, like, without and planes and stuff – just me and the wide open. Well, not just me; there were the others, too. You know, the others my age, not the old guys. Tommy said they were too heavy what with all the weight on their shoulders – whatever that means. Actually, it’s Tommy that makes us fly; no one else can figure how he does it, but who really cares ‘cause it works. He can only take us up in the summer, though, ‘cause otherwise we weigh too much. It’s not like we eat a whole lot more or nothin’ but that’s what he says. I figure its ‘cause he can’t come outside as much during the winter, you know, ‘cause he’s special. That’s what my dad calls him. It just means he don’t walk or nothin’. Billy, Tommy’s best friend, figures that’s how he thought up how to fly in the first place – he wanted to get around and couldn’t get his legs workin’ right. But anyway, like I was saying at first, it was last summer that we all could fly. This summer Tommy’s mom won’t let him come play with us. Except for Billy ‘cause they’re best friends and all. Billy says Tommy’s mom’s just freaked cause he’s pretty wasted and he prob'ly couldn’t fly us anyhow. So that’s why we’re here – to figure out how to get Tommy out or, if that don’t work, how to make ourselves fly without him.