The Lost Wings by Ritisha

A cranky old, and unattractive gander had an affliction of losing his cherished wings and was sporting a plastic pair of wings alike to his. As he was just revelling in the cricket games on his comfy sofa, he caught with his eye his mother’s famous; her mac and cheese whispering to him to devour it. He slowly started toward the goey mac and cheese; his eyes big as saucers, his footsteps as fast as a car, and his mouth drooling with hunger. With the urgent need to turn around, there stood his mother like an angel from the heavens. She sighed at her son, whose fake wings had slipped to his feet in his gluttonous reverie. The plastic feathers scattered like autumn leaves, leaving him bare and exposed in his greed. “Oh, my dear Gander,” she chuckled, “You chase the cheese with the speed of a racer, Yet your borrowed wings cannot even carry you to the kitchen table!” The Gander blushed a deep corn-yellow, realizing his vanity was as hollow as his plastic plumage. He laughed a grainy laugh and replied, “I suppose if my own wings couldn’t stick to my back, I shouldn’t expect a pair of toys to do the heavy lifting for a snack!”