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About 30,000 feet in the sky, thousands of storks were flying with sacks in their beaks. One of the storks, Gabriel, was carrying a pink sack. He was flapping his wings forcefully and panting very hard as if he worked out at the gym. He was the runt of the storks, he was always being left behind in flights.
"H-Hey guys!" he cried as he tried to catch up with the flock, "Wait up! I got a baby on board! I swear!"
No response was made. Gabriel's face fell. He looked down at the sack and sighed.
"Well, little baby, I'm going to fly at my own pace and soon deliver you to your new parents," Gabriel said.
He continued flying, tightening his grip on the sack so that it wouldn't fall out of his beak. A gust of wind blew through his feathers, slowing him down a bit. However, that didn't stop him from trying to deliver that baby. He gave a smirk of determination as he flapped his wings harder.
"Ha! No stupid wind can stop a stork from delivering a baby!" He laughed mockingly.
But it wasn't the air that was blowing the wind, it was something else... Suddenly a shadow was flying towards him, accompanied by loud engine sounds. The bird's eyes grew large as the object came closer to him. It was like nothing he has seen before. In all his 20 years of delivering babies, he had stumbled upon kites, other birds, and trees; but nothing as gigantic as an airplane. Before he could think of something to get out of this burden, the plane's engines boosted. He closed his eyes as if he was praying for his life.
"Dear lord... Dear lord... Dear lord... Dear Lord... Dea-"
He smacked dab right into the cockpit part of the plane like a cartoon character slipping on a banana. This caused the sack to fly right out of his beak like a person gagging up their food. The sack fell down many feet like an airplane crashing, through clouds, through the sky.