The soft, downy feathers of the hawks chin tickled at Jack’s skin. “Alright,
now that I have my spot I just need to figure out what I am going to do. Or how
I am going to do it.---- Today I’m going to get the fire to show just show. If
I master that quickly I’ll try something else but I need to go it a little at a
time.”
Gently nudging
the hawk off his arm and onto a low branch Jack starts to think. “Okay, okay now, how am I going to get this
to work? If I use friction maybe, I could spark up a little flame. Yeah, that seems pretty plausible. Friction
creates heat….” Jack holds his left
arm out in front of him, thinking warm thoughts he snaps his fingers together.
Nothing happens, just the smacking noise of his fingers connecting with each
other. Undeterred he tries again, and
again, and again.
Kicking at the ground in
exasperation, Jack tries to think of a new way to go about it. “How did I control it the first time? I was
trying everything I could think of and then it just went out….” Jack tries
to recall all of the details of how he put his hand out in the first place.
“I was trying to think of a way to put
it out and then all of the sudden poof! Right as I was wishing it would just go
out, it did. Maybe the same will work for this. If I just will it to happen
maybe, just maybe, that could work.” Jack
holds his arm back out and takes a deep breath clearing his mind.
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