You and Whirlwind soar through a crisp, afternoon sky. She cuts across the horizon faster than you can keep pace—the clouds scatter in her wake. As you strain to catch up, she glides ahead and grins back. You shout:

“Whirly! This is not fair!”

Whirlwind turns mid-air, playful wind-twirl cutting around you before looping back. She laughs with exhilaration:

“Fair? This is the sky—there’s no fair in flying!”

Her wings beat powerfully, and she gives you a wide, confident smile—inviting you to push harder.