How the story goes
One small trouble. Three turns.
A peek for grown-ups, so you know where the story is headed before you turn the first page.
A small trouble
Quincy tries Peter’s quick loops, but his broad wings flap the picnic cloths and his spin ends in the hay.
A brave choice
Peter lands beside him. “I like flying with you, just the way you fly.” So Quincy flies his own way: beat, glide, beat.
A happy turn
When the festival banner tears free, Quincy carries it on the same wide wings Peter liked all along.



