He had a path he liked to fly.

But, Seth was not fit. He felt a thud in his wing.

Seth had a bath. It did not help.

He then had his fifth cup of hot milk.

Seth took a nap. He had a dream. He dreamt of math.

He woke up with a thump. His wing was still in pain.

He had a sip of broth. It did not help.

He felt wrath. 'Why can't I fly?' he said.

But then, he felt thin. He could fly!

Seth, with a grin, flew on his path.