Fear of Flying

I am running zigzag across an open field. I scream and try to cover my head. The thing above me that set this frenzy in motion is still up there, still coming at me, still following me. My mother, who is a few yards from me, waves her arms, frantically, all the while laughing. I cannot be sure whether she is trying to protect me or enjoying my distress at a pigeon trying to land on my head.

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