Snelda's Escape

    Snelda folded each of the aircraft's wings and gave them a sharp crease. Maybe this one would work. She lined it up facing eastward at the top of Mount Wiggly. The spiral nature of the mountain made it tremendously easy to get the paper to the top. At the base of the mountain she could see the Pig's Snout, the cave in which she'd been residing the past several months since her crash.

    Now she simply had to wait. Eventually a gust would come, and that would be her chance to finally soar off this forsaken island. Hours went by, and the air remained still. The sun baked Snelda in the stagnant air, the endurance of which took more of her attention than she wanted. She had to leave this island and couldn't miss the opportunity to soar.

    The faintest breeze wafted across Snelda's tail as the sun started to lower in the sky. Snelda perked up and wiggled her tail. The breeze grew stronger, and she began sniffing the air, trying to sense the direction. East was the only way she could launch, but she'd need to know which way to steer once she was in flight. The wind persisted, and Snelda decided to act.

    With one last adjustment, the pig pushed the aircraft as fast as she could, and just as it began dropping from the peak, she leaped inside and flapped open the wings. They burst open as they caught the wind, and Snelda steered directly into the wind to gain as much loft as she could. Once she could gain no more, she turned northward, and glided towards the horizon as long as she could, hoping to find thermals to ride on her way home.