Can This Round Bird Fly? Jolly Phonics · Step 3, Unit 9: /ou/ mixed

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Can This Round Bird Fly?

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On the right side of the image, the Bird stands on a winding cobblestone path that leads up rolling green hills toward a pink building with a sign reading "Flight Academy." The Bird has a determined expression, wearing red-framed glasses and an orange-and-red striped scarf, carrying a backpack, looking up the path toward the academy. The outdoor scene is bright and sunny with a clear blue sky, scattered flowers on the grassy hills, a white picket fence near the building, and a small tree in the background.

Each day, I dream about flight. I dream at each meal. I dream in the bath. I dream so hard that I shake. But my wings are small. My body is round. I flap and flap, but my feet will not lift off the ground. Well, today is the day! I put on my backpack and march up the stone path. Now I get to train for flight.

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The image shows a film-strip style composition on the left side. In the upper frame, the Bird is flying a pink aeroplane against a bright yellow sky, wearing red-framed glasses and an orange-and-red striped scarf, with white doves soaring around, looking determined and adventurous. In the lower frame, the Bird stands on the left posing like a movie star, surrounded by adoring small fan characters taking photos and reaching out excitedly, with a film camera operator nearby. The right side of the image is plain blue watercolour background.

As I march, I see it all in my daydream. I will fly a plane! I will shoot out from the clouds like a star! A film crew will chase me down the path. 'Look here!' the fans will shout. 'Can we get a snap? Can we pat a wing?' I test my film-star wave. Left, right, left. Wow. I am good.

Page 3
On the right side of the image, the Bird lies face-down on a grassy hilltop after a crash landing, with legs and wings splayed out and sticking up in the air, wearing red-framed glasses and an orange-and-red striped scarf, looking dazed and embarrassed with a dizzy expression. A dirt trail marks the crash path behind the Bird. In the centre-left background, a group of four other birds stand together on the hill, laughing and pointing at the Bird. The scene is set outdoors on a bright, sunny day on a rounded green hill with wildflowers, under a blue sky with scattered white clouds.

My first day is not so good. I flap as hard as I can. I get about a foot off the ground and bounce in the wind. Then, splat! I crash beak-first into the dirt. I lie there with my beak in the dirt and my legs up high. Four birds howl with glee. One snorts.

Page 4
The Bird stands on the left side of the image atop a grassy hill with a dirt path, wearing red-framed glasses and an orange-and-red striped scarf, looking sad and dejected with a frowning expression, walking away from a group of four classmate birds who are flying and swooping in the air behind and above. The scene is outdoors on a bright day with a warm golden-yellow sky and small white clouds, with a single flower growing on the hillside. The right approximately 40% of the image is open golden sky with no characters or detail.

The four birds swoop around me in loops. Show-offs. 'Give it up,' says one. 'Wings that small will never fly.' 'Yes,' says the next bird. 'Birds like that don't fly.' I get up, brush the dirt off my scarf, and go down the path. The sunshine is warm on my back. But inside, I am cold.

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On the right side of the image, the Bird stands looking dejected and frustrated, wearing red-framed glasses and an orange-and-red striped scarf, with drooping, downturned eyes and a small frown, conveying hurt pride. The Bird's wings hang loosely at its sides in a defeated posture. A few small leaves drift in the breeze around the Bird. The background is a warm golden-yellow sky, with the left side completely clear of any detail.

Birds like me don't fly. That line is a stone in my chest. The flock can swoop and loop and zoom, and I can not get off the ground. But the daydream will not stop. What if the flock is not right about this? What if birds like me can fly, but not like them?

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The image shows two vignettes of the Bird on the left side. On the left, the Bird sits on the ground with a determined expression, wearing red-framed glasses and an orange-and-red striped scarf, holding a hammer and building large homemade cardboard-and-tape wings, surrounded by craft supplies including cardboard, tape, and tools. On the far left, the Bird is shown flying joyfully through the sky wearing aviator goggles pushed up on its head and the homemade cardboard-and-tape wings strapped on, with a looping dashed flight trail and small clouds around. The scene is set outdoors against a light open-sky background. The right approximately 40% of the image is plain background.

That night, I have a plan so big that I bump my drink and it spills. If my wings are small, I will make big wings! I get card. I get tape. I get a hammer, as each grand plan starts with a hammer. I cut. I stick. I bang my hand and shout 'ow!' Then I lift the new wings up high. Now I can see it. Me, up in the clouds.

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The image shows a three-panel sequence of the Bird on the right side of the image. In the first panel, the Bird stands reading a handbook about how wings work with a focused expression, wearing red-framed glasses, an orange-and-red striped scarf, and aviator goggles pushed up on its head. In the second panel, the Bird stands with arms outstretched, showing off a pair of homemade cardboard-and-tape wings strapped on, with a determined expression. In the third panel (furthest right), the Bird leaps into the air, flying upward with the homemade cardboard-and-tape wings spread wide and a look of excited surprise, wearing the aviator goggles over its eyes. A dashed line traces the Bird's flight path between the second and third poses. The two left panels are set against pink/magenta rectangular backgrounds, while the flying pose is against open white sky.

I read each book I can get about how wings lift and glide. Then I make new wings. Big wings. Strong wings. Wings that bend just right. I strap them on. They creak. They flex. Yes! This time they could do the trick.

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On the left side of the image, the Bird stands triumphantly atop a grassy hill on a low stone wall, with a blue sky behind him, wearing red-framed glasses, an orange-and-red striped scarf, and aviator goggles pushed up on its head, with arms outstretched and large homemade cardboard-and-tape wings spread wide, looking determined and confident, ready for takeoff. Below on the lower-left hillside, a crowd of roughly eight to ten assorted bird spectators is gathered looking up — some holding small flags and signs, appearing excited and supportive, while others watch with sceptical or worried expressions. The scene is outdoors on a bright, sunny day with rolling green hills and a clear blue sky, with a few small birds flying in the background near some trees on an adjacent hill to the right.

The town finds out. 'That round bird with the card wings will jump off the hill!' I stand on the stone wall at the top, wings out wide, wind in my scarf. Below me, a crowd looks up. Some wave flags. Some shout for me. Some frown and say, 'No. Not that bird.' I bend my legs. And I jump.

Page 9
The Bird is shown three times on the right side of the image in a dynamic action sequence against a bright blue sky, depicting aerial acrobatics. In each pose, the Bird is flying with homemade cardboard-and-tape wings outstretched, wearing red-framed glasses, an orange-and-red striped scarf trailing in the wind, and aviator goggles over its eyes — diving, twisting, and looping through the air with a joyful, wide-eyed expression. Dashed looping lines trace the Bird's flight path, showing swooping tricks and spirals. Small white clouds are scattered around the right side of the scene.

The wind lifts my wings. Wow! I shoot up into the sky! I swoop. I twist. I spin. I loop-the-loop, quick as a wink. Then I do it all one more time, for the thrill. 'Birds like me do fly!' I shout out loud, and my voice bounces from hill to hill.

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On the left side of the image, the Bird stands facing forward with homemade cardboard-and-tape wings outstretched, wearing red-framed glasses, an orange-and-red striped scarf, and aviator goggles pushed up on its head, holding up golden cards that sparkle in the sunlight. The Bird has a proud, beaming grin, as if showing off after a successful flight. A dashed curved line swoops across the upper right of the image, suggesting the flight path the Bird just took. The background is a warm golden-yellow wash, with the right side left as plain open space.

I swoop down and land with a skid, a hop, and my best grin. I lift up my flight cards, and they glow in the sunshine. My own wings. My own plan. My own win. Birds like me do fly. We fly on big wings that we make on our own.

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