Today he woke up and realized that the wings did not impede him to move any longer. It was easy -  the only thing he had to do was to step carefully and slowly. He still could not  make it out why the wings are on the feet and not on his back, but as usual he concluded that obviously he was special and different from the others. He crossed one of the balconies to cast a glance at the square box, which he secretly called «an incubator».  There he diligently collected and cultivated other winged creatures. Lately they seemed to him less in number and somehow dissatisfied, but he was not going to worry about that now. Then he headed towards the long  balcony with the ladder. This had already become a bit boring to him, but it was a part of the agreement - he had to do it and besides he knew that this was the only way to make the others believe him.  He had to let out the heart-shaped balloon. Another one of the succession of hearts full of helium.