Sparkle, a young fairy whose wings had now grown large enough to allow her to fly, moved away from the Circle to practice her flying. She had this idea that it was all very simple and she intended to fly rather than walk back to the Circle, and to show everyone how clever she was.
"Ha! You call that flying?" a robin mocked as Sparkle managed three complete somersaults before landing on her bottom in a very undignified manner.
"So, what's it to you? My wings only opened yesterday," she replied indignantly.
"That's pretty obvious from where I'm perched. You need to flap harder, tilt your wings to give you lift and stop looking into the pond, trying to see how beautiful you think you are."
Sparkle wrinkled her nose in disbelief. "What do you mean, ‘think’? I am beautiful! My mum and dad are always telling me. Anyway, Robin, how do I tilt my wings?"
"The same way you move your arms and your legs. You don’t need to think, just tilt them."
Sparkle did as he advised and found she could move the wings, not just in a flapping manner, but turn them up or down. It felt wonderful! However, although she was like all fairies, arrogant and self-opinionated, she did feel a trifle humble at a bird telling her how she should fly. So biting her lip, she gave the robin a lovely smile and said, "Thank you for the advice, Robin. I'm going to have another go at flying."
"You're welcome," the robin replied with a hint of an extra shine in his eyes, and he set off into the air himself. Although, he could not resist looking down and watching the stupid fairy’s attempts at flying, all the while chuckling softly to himself.