They were rooted, deeply rooted. At least that was what they thought until one day they saw a kite flew by.
Hi, said the kite. They smiled. They never said hi to anyone before.
It is very nice to meet you all, said the kite. They smiled.
Wow,
look at you, said the kite. They smiled and looked at each other.
Youíre flying together in a group, said the kite, how wonderful.
They
looked at each other, and they looked at their roots, gripping strongly
to their balls of cotton.
But - we are not flying, said them.
Not flying? asked the kite.
Not flying, they said again. Firmly.
But you are, said the kite.
No we are not, said them. We are not flying. We are gripping very strongly
to our balls of cotton, said them. You just have to look carefully.
The kite looked carefully.
See? asked them.
The kite swished its tail.
Oh. Come on, said the kite. Look at yourselves, said the kite, you are
flying. You are.
They looked at each other, and looked at their roots, gripping strongly to their balls of cotton. And then they noticed something. It was the first time they realized it.
It was true that they have been gripping very strongly to the balls of cotton they have been growing on. But those balls of cotton cling to nowhere. Their balls of cotton float in the ether.
See, said the kite. You are flying.
They screamed.
