yawning teacher shuffled in, carrying heavy-looking bags
beginning new lessons. Normally, new subjects were
filled with different words she didn’t understand, and
Nimbus leaned forward eagerly on her perch.
like push, force, pull, down, air, up, action and reac-
new ways, teaching Nimbus what it was that finally
changed everything. It took several class periods with
and motions to make sense. But it wasn’t new! She had
seen them somewhere. Memory tugged at Nimbus’s
mind the way Zephyr yanked on her feathers.
That moment, Luna, dozing in a ray of sunlight,
bottom corner of the cage. Nimbus had seen the words
individually. But that day, in the glowing shaft of after-
And Nimbus understood.
That evening, after school had ended, the jani-
tor opened the door to Room 268 to wheel in the
cleaning cart. It had been a warm and windy day.
The sunset glowed pink, yellow, and the same
of the school roof, feathers ruffled in their first
spring breeze as the sinking sun in all its colors
HOORAY FOR THE
POWER OF READING!
TAKE FLIGHT SINCE...
PHYSICS! SIMPLE MACHINES! OH,
YEAH. SCIENCE SAVES THE DAY!