“Wings”
For some time now, she had been feeling light and airy, as though she had no body. And then, one day, there arose an irresistible urge to flap her arms, to use them as if they were wings, great wings, the wings of some large, sky-soaring bird. Over the course of a week, at odd moments, whenever the inspiration struck her, she flapped her wings. And she felt as if she were, indeed, flying. On the night of the harvest moon, she began to flap her arms again, and this time she lifted off from the ground and rose up toward the moon, where she was seen by children.