The fly that couldn't fly

The Fly That Couldn’t Fly

Not long ago in the Balloonigoon forest lived a fly named Brad. Brad wasn’t your ordinary fly, though he would eat like the other flies, swim like the other flies, but he could not fly. Everybody bullied him for not being able to fly. They would call him names and said that he wasn’t even a fly, he was a “walk”. He tried to ignore them by focusing on other things, and his favourite was watching the race flies through the hole in his tree. He had always dreamt of becoming a race fly, but he knew that he would never be able to. He watched all of them in envy always cheering for his favourite one, “The Trotter”.
The Trotter would almost always win, sometimes by a wide margin, and sometimes only by a wing.
“Let’s go Trotter,” he would cheer in envy, and when he was watching the race flies, he didn’t care about what the other flies would think of him. He was in his place.

He had learned to just tune them out when they would shout something like,
“Look at the walk watching the race flies,” or “He wishes that he could be one of them.”
He hates his bullies more than anything because they laugh at him even though it’s their fault that he can’t fly. He has a flashback of Derk and Barry bullying him in kindergarten of flight school. They throw his toys away, pick him up, and throw him into a pile of glue.
“Ha ha ha, look at the baby struggle,” they laughed.

“Let me out of here, I’m sticky,” he complained, but they just kept laughing. He ended up not getting out until an hour later, when his parents got called to the school and it took them another 30 minutes to get him out of the glue. Barry and Derk kept complaining that they got detention, “We were just playing,” they mused. Brad knew that one detention wasn’t going to undo the fact that he will never be able to fly again. He has never thought of getting the glue off, but he knew one person that could. The next day, he walked to his grandpa’s house and asked, “Will you be able to get this glue off grandpa Chad?”
“I have gotten many things off of the wings of flies, but never glue. This shall be a great challenge,” exclaimed Chad.

He worked for hours trying to pry the glue off in many ways, including using a jackhammer. The whole time that Chad was doing that, Brad couldn’t feel a thing because the glue was so thick.
“This stuff is not coming off,” Grandpa complained. “There is only one other thing that we can try.”
The next day, they went to the famous log in the middle of the Balloonigoon forest town center. Grandpa Chad set up a little kitty pool, filled with water at the bottom and they climbed to the top of the log.
“Ready, set, GO!” Chad screamed as he punted Brad off the top of the log. He was in the air for a solid ten seconds as the log was so high. The force of the punt and the fall was so great that all of the glue came off when he was in the air.
“Try and fly up to me,” screamed Chad from the top of the log. Brad obeyed and took a running start. He sprinted as fast as he could, jumped, and fell flat on his face.

What are you waiting for? Fly,” Chad ushered.
“I-I-I can’t,” complained Brad. “I can’t fly!” Brad was brought to his Grandpa’s science lab and Chad ran some tests on him. He found out that Brad’s wings weren’t the things stopping him from flying, it was his brain. The glue had some affect on him flying but the main thing is that he is scared. Grandpa Chad knew that Brad had always wanted to compete in the yearly big race and it was only in two weeks.
“I might be able to get you into the big race,” explained Chad. “You just have to train and not be scared.”