She snuggled herself deep into the cannon. It was quite dark in there. All that was visible was the small opening in front of her, the view partially obstructed by the big red clown nose she wore. She mentally prepared herself, it being her first time. She imagined herself flying through the air, landing in the hay, ambling away unscathed.
She heard the tap on the side of the cannon. They were about to light it.
Then.
BOOM!
She was out like a dart, hearing oohs and ahhs as she soared, air whipping at her face. She held her arms out to her sides, unfurling the wings sewn into the arms of her clown suit. So this is what it felt like. Exhilaration.
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