Breezy’s Big Day

At Sunny Field Airstrip, a small blue airplane named Breezy sat in the sunshine. Her wings were bright and shiny, and her nose had a cheerful yellow smile. When a breeze tickled her tail, her little propeller wiggled like a happy laugh.

Mia came with her dad to watch planes. She held a red cap and a stuffed bunny named Flip. “Look, Dad! That one looks friendly,” Mia said, pointing to Breezy.

Captain Jo, with a ponytail and a big grin, waved from beside Breezy. “Want to meet her?” Captain Jo asked.

Mia nodded. “Hi, Breezy,” she whispered. Breezy blinked her lights as if to say, Hello!

Captain Jo opened the little door. “Would you like to go for a short flight around the fields?”

Mia’s eyes went wide. “Can Bunny come?”

“Bunny can come,” said Captain Jo. “Breezy loves new friends.”

Inside, the cockpit smelled like clean air and new paint. There were round dials like faces, a radio with a button, and a shiny lever. Mia buckled her seatbelt, and Captain Jo helped Bunny sit safe too.

“Before we fly, we do our checks,” said Captain Jo. She spoke in a friendly rhythm. “Wings?”

“Wings!” Mia echoed, patting the window.

“Fuel?”

“Fuel!” Mia sang.

“Propeller?”

“Spin, spin!” Mia giggled.

Breezy hummed. Her engine went whirr-whirr, then vrrrrroooom. The propeller spun like a bright, fast flower.

“Ready?” Captain Jo asked.

Mia took a deep breath. “Ready!” Bunny stayed brave and quiet.

They rolled down the runway. The wheels went rumble-rumble, faster and faster. “Up we go!” said Captain Jo.

Whoosh! Breezy lifted. The ground slipped away like a blanket being smoothed. The fields below looked like a patchwork quilt—green, yellow, and brown. A river curled like a blue ribbon. Sheep dotted the hills like tiny puffs of popcorn. A red train slid along the tracks like a bright toy snake.

Mia pressed her nose to the window. “Everything looks little,” she said.

“From up here, we see patterns,” said Captain Jo. “Tell me if you spot the water tower with stripes.”

“I will,” said Mia. She pointed. “I see a school! It looks like a puzzle piece.”

A friendly wind brushed Breezy’s wings. Then another pushed a little harder. Breezy gave a tiny wobble.

Mia held Bunny close. “Captain Jo, we’re wiggling.”

“Just a bumpy bit,” Captain Jo said calmly. “The sky has pebbles too. Breezy knows what to do.” She patted the dashboard. “Wings steady, Breezy.”

Breezy leveled her wings. Her engine purrrred strong and smooth. Mia felt her tummy settle.

They circled over the river. A white sailboat floated like a paper triangle. Birds flew far below, flitting like scattered sprinkles. Captain Jo kept a safe, wide space.

“Let’s find that striped water tower,” Captain Jo said. “Then we can follow the river home.”

A fluffy cloud drifted in front of the town. “Where did the tower go?” Mia asked.

“Sometimes the sky plays peekaboo,” said Captain Jo. “What else could help us?”

Mia thought. She looked at the map picture on the dashboard. She peered out again. “The red train goes toward the bridge. The bridge crosses the river. The river leads to the tower!”

“Smart eyes,” Captain Jo said.

Breezy made a gentle turn. The red train curved, the bridge appeared, and there—peeking from behind the cloud—stood the water tower with candy stripes. Mia cheered. “There it is!”

“Home path,” said Captain Jo.

Breezy followed the blue ribbon river. The runway came into view, long and straight like a gray pencil on the grass.

“Wheels ready,” Captain Jo said softly. Mia held Bunny’s paw.

Chirp-chirp went the tires. Breezy rolled, slower, slower, then stopped with a happy sigh.

On the ground, Mia hopped out. “You did it, Breezy!” She patted the warm blue side.

Captain Jo placed a shiny sticker near Breezy’s door—a small gold wing. “First Big Day,” she said.

Mia drew a quick picture with her crayon: Breezy in the sky, the ribbon river, the tiny red train. She stuck the drawing on the hangar wall.

Breezy blinked her lights again. The wind rustled the grass, and the airfield hummed with quiet sounds.

“Can we fly again?” Mia asked.

“Another day,” said Captain Jo. “The sky will be here, waiting.”

Breezy’s propeller gave one last soft spin—as if nodding yes.