I dream about racing. It looks like so much fun, zipping around the track, jumping over banana peels, skidding around corners and boosting with mushrooms. It looks like a smashing good time, but it seems that I am always left on the sidelines to watch the matches.
I do like flying, I can zip around the sky and float freely in my cloud. Life is good, and peaceful. I don’t understand how you ground creatures can survive being trapped on the ground and al. Flying is a freedom that just can’t be explained, it has to be experienced.
I would imagine the same goes for racing, the thrill of the track is all in the moment, and describing it could be hard to do, but experience would describe it perfectly. I think everyone should try flying, it is jolly good fun. But I wish I could try racing, it really seems like a riot.
When I zip around in the sky, it’s hard to race with other friends because there are no set boundaries. We can try to race to a cloud, but the cloud is always shifting shapes on us, or disappearing before we get there. We can’t go in circles because there is nothing to give the circles bounds. It causes quite a dilemma for us sky critters.
Maybe someday we’ll be able to get karts and drive around the track like other people do. Until them I’ll just have to enjoy my sky freedom and dream about racing.
