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The Flying Lesson

"Grandma?" Amanda Grey wandered into the kitchen with a thoughtful look on her face.

"What is it, Dear?"

"Do you know how to fly?"

Amanda's grandmother, who was a rather young looking grandmother, as grandmothers go, raised her eyebrows ever so slightly, and continued spooning chocolate chip cookie dough onto the cookie sheet.

"I've been wondering when you'd ask, dear," she replied with a smile. "Would you like me to teach you how?"

"Would you!!?!" Amanda squealed with delight.

"Well, of course dear," smiled her grandmother. "When your mommy was a little girl I taught her how to fly too, but I expect she's forgotten how by now."

"You taught Mommy how to fly?" Amanda marveled.

"Why yes, dear." The last bit of dough dropped from Grandma's wooden spoon. "I learned how to fly myself when I was just about your age."

"Neat!" said Amanda, her eyes sparkling. She reached up to brush a smudge of flour from Grandma's cheek.

"When?" Amanda demanded.

  "When what, Dear?" Grandma bent down to open the oven door and slide the cookie sheet onto the rack.


"Oh, Graaannnndma!" Amanda huffed impatiently. "When will you teach me how to fly?"

"Oh...that," Grandma set the oven timer and glanced at her watch.

Amanda rolled her eyes.

"Well, let's see," her grandma mused. "We've still got a bit of daylight left, and the cookies will be in the oven for oh...about twelve minutes or so...hmmmm. Oh well, how about a quick lesson right now?"

Bewildered, Amanda asked, "Now?"

"No time like the present," announced Grandma, untying her apron. "But first...where's Mr. Sam Cat?"

"Uhhh...he's curled up in the rocking chair on the front porch, taking a nap," replied Amanda, a tinge of confusion coloring her tone.

"Well run get him, dear, tell him we're going flying. He'll never forgive us if we leave him home."

Amanda giggled and did as she was told. A moment later Amanda reappeared with a sleepy Sam Cat draped casually over her shoulder. Sam Cat had one eye open.

"Somebody had best have a good reason for waking me up," Sam grumbled as he was unceremoniously plunked down on a kitchen chair.

He promptly slid off the chair, yawned and stretched out on the rug.

"Wake up you lazy kitten," warned Grandma. "Or we'll leave you home while we go flying."

Sam's eyes popped open.

Amanda's grandma opened the door leading to the flower-filled yard. Sam Cat trotted obediently out the door after Amanda and her grandma.

Grandma paused for a moment by a lush green bush covered with saucer-sized pink roses. Her yard was almost always ablaze with wonderfully fragrant flowers.

"Amanda dear," said Grandma, "I forgot to ask you where you wanted to go."

"Oh!" said Amanda. "Ummm, I don't know exactly."

Sam Cat peered intently at a small green lizard who was cautiously making his way under a hedge laden with delicately scented lavender blossoms.

"Sam!" scolded Grandma. "Don't you go wandering off now!"

She turned to Amanda.

"Amanda, take hold of Sam Cat's tail so he doesn't bother that poor lizard."

The tiniest spark of static electricity jolted Amanda as she grabbed hold of Sam's tail. He turned and gave her a withering look.

"Spoilsport," he muttered to himself.

"Think, dear," said Grandma. "Where would you like to go?"

"Close your eyes, you'll think more clearly," she suggested.

Amanda closed her eyes and thought for a moment.

"I'd like to fly over to the other side of the lake to see where Mrs. Duck spends her days when she's not paddling around in her duck pond," said Amanda decidedly.

"...Oh, and then I'd like to see what your house looks like from the air...and then I'd like to fly over the strawberry patch, and then...."

"Well, we don't want the cookies to burn, and we do want to get back before it gets too dark," Grandma interrupted, " you may as well open your eyes and we'll decide where we want to go first."

Amanda, still tightly clutching Sam Cat's tail, opened her eyes and promptly yelped with delight.

"We're floating! We're floating, Grandma!" Amanda shrieked.

"Mind you hold tight to Sam Cat's tail until you get the hang of flying, dear," Grandma said calmly.

  And off they flew, the three of them, to go find Mrs. Duck on the other side of the big blue lake.


About ten minutes later, Amanda and her grandma and Sam Cat landed gently in the back yard, next to the big stone bird bath.

"That was sooooo cool!" breathed Amanda.

The air was thick with the scent of chocolate chip cookies and Grandma hurried inside to pull them from the oven.

Sam Cat glanced hopefully under the hedge, on the off chance that the lizard had waited around to play tag.
A short while later, Amanda sat at the kitchen table, happily working her way through a still-warm cookie and a cold glass of milk.

Across from her sat Sam Cat with a napkin tied under his chin. He had a saucer of milk and his own cookie.

Amanda's grandma stood at the sink, washing the cookie bowl.

"Amazing," thought Amanda to herself. "Totally amazing."

"Grandma?" she said.

"Yes, dear?"

"You know a little while ago, when I asked you if you knew how to fly?" Amanda began hesitantly.

"Yes, dear."

Amanda giggled. "I meant, did you know how to fly an airplane."

Amanda's grandma looked the tiniest bit startled.

And Sam Cat began to laugh.


The Flying Lesson - by Cynthia Loomis Gurin - Copyright 1996 - All Rights Reserved
Mused - ("Well, let's see," her grandma mused. "We've still got a bit of daylight left...") To muse means to consider something thoughtfully, or for some length of time.
Tinge - ("Uhhh...he's curled up in the rocking chair on the front porch, taking a nap," replied Amanda, a tinge of confusion coloring her tone.) A tinge means a small amount.

A tinge of the color red added to a can of bright white paint would make the paint change color to look a little bit pink, wouldn't it?

A tinge of confusion, colored the sound of Amanda's answer, making her voice (when she replied that Sam Cat was "curled up on the rocking chair...") sound just a tiny bit puzzled. That's because Amanda is a little confused as to the reason why it mattered where Sam Cat was.

Unceremoniously - ("Somebody had best have a good reason for waking me up," Sam grumbled as he was unceremoniously plunked down on a kitchen chair).
Unceremoniously means without a great deal of ceremony.

Say the incredibly valuable crown of a very important king was sitting on your front porch on a red velvet cushion. You've just been given the honor of carrying this zillion dollar crown into the kitchen where many famous people are anxiously awaiting your arrival. You would pick up the red velvet cushion and the crown very carefully, and carry it slowly, and very, very carefully, back into the kitchen, where you would then set it down with a certain amount of respect. You might even bow to your guests after you had finished. That's ceremony. Sam Cat, on the other hand, was simply tossed casually over Amanda's shoulder like a great furry scarf, and then dumped unceremoniously (ker-plunnnnk) on the kitchen chair.

The Flying Lesson by Cynthia Gurin
Bedtime-Story / Cynthia Gurin Copyright 1996 All Rights Reserved

Would you like to bake some of Grandma's Cookies?


U.S.S. Starship Treehouse - "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Amanda Grey asks her brother Timothy. "The world's first Starship Commander," he replies. The fact that Starships haven't quite been invented yet is only a minor setback. If you've just read The Flying Lesson, you know that Timothy, his sister Amanda, and their cat Sam, may have a wee bit of an edge on technology. Cool special effects and MIDI Music accompany these 7 short chapters, giving you a week's worth of Bedtime Stories. Great good fun! Story opens with young Timothy's active imagination in full play.

Suggested Age Group: For children ages 7 through about...oh...say, Chairman of the Board or thereabouts.
Reading time - 7 nights worth - Easy places to pause midway. But you probably won't want to.

About the author:

Cynthia Gurin lives in South Florida with her husband Bob. They are joined by a quartet of cats, two dogs, a remarkably wise duck, and a personable little fellow named A.G. Bear.
Cynthia has achieved recognition in both the Miami Herald and The Wall Street Journal for innovative marketing techniques. She considers the Personal Ad, through which she met her husband, to be her most rewarding literary endeavor. She holds a senior corporate position in the real world. Send Mail

For other stories by this author, see the Author/Illustrator Index Biplane Animation by Jim Self - of Aviation Graphics -

Grandma's Cookies

Here's What You Need:

3/4 cup of Crisco
1 Cup Firmly Packed Light Brown Sugar
1/2 Cup regular Granulated Sugar
1 Egg
1/4 Cup Water
1 Teaspoon Vanilla

3 Cups Oats (Uncooked)
1 Cup All Purpose Flour
1 Teaspoon Salt (optional)
1/2 Teaspoon Arm & Hammer Baking Soda


1 Cup Raisins - or - Chocolate Chips
- or - a cup of Pecans.
(If you want to use ALL of them, add an extra egg.).

Here's What You Do:

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees
Lightly grease a cookie sheet with Crisco

  • Beat together the FIRST set of ingredents.
  • Add the SECOND set of ingredients
  • Add any of your OPTIONS
Mix Well.
Drop by rounded teaspoons onto greased cookie sheet
Bake at 350 degrees for 12 to 15 minutes.

SHARE the cookies! - They're really GOOD!

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