"I wish I could be great like them," he said, looking up at the flying birds.
His friend sat down next to him.
"Why can't you be great like you?" The friend replied.
"We're not like them. We can't fly. I should've been able to fly."
"I don't think we are meant to."
"You just don't get it, I guess," he sighed, and jumped into the water.
His friend swam after him.
"No, you don't get it. I've never seen them swim."
written by Ari Painful Writer