It shoots up, with power as if from a cannon.
It catches the wind and hangs there
Traveling faster until it is just a blur.
Losing speed, it slows down into sight again.
Now dropping, all too soon.
It can't come down now.
Not yet.
Not there.
Defying the laws of wishing, it continues to fall.
Oomph! It falls and hits full speed, but not held onto.
It changes directions.
One last push. . .
It flips end over end another yard, no longer a nice spiral.
Just a little closer. .
Finally grabbed, firmly held and tucked in.
Chaos erupts, a deafening sound that does not stop for ages.
Touchdown.