Fluency U6L1

“Look!” said Uncle Chuck. “Skywriting!” He pointed up

into the blue sky where a pattern of clouds was being

created by a small plane. But these weren’t words, they

were pictures of things like horses and flowers.

Todd was spending the day in New York City with his

favorite uncle. It was a Saturday in February, and they

were seeing the sights. The two felt like ants surrounded

by such tall buildings, and they were having a fabulous

time.

“I read about this in the newspaper,” said Uncle Chuck.

“For the next couple of days, an airplane will be creating

cloud shapes in the sky.”

“Wow,” said Todd, and he watched as the outline of

the cloud started to fade. Uncle Chuck grabbed Todd’s

hand and began racing from corner to corner. He

started peering up and down the crowded streets.

“What are you looking for?” asked Todd.

“The cloud artist,” Uncle Chuck explained, “he’s down

here somewhere. The newspaper said that he was going

to be taking photographs of the art as it was happening.”

Todd was puzzled. “You mean the artist isn’t the pilot of

the plane?” he asked.

Uncle Chuck shook his head. “No, the artist isn’t flying

the plane. He takes photographs of things and then uses

a computer to create a map that the pilot follows. He

designed the clouds the plane is making.” Uncle Chuck

paused. “He sounds like an interesting artist, and he

does paintings and sketches, too. Maybe we can find a

place that is showing his work.”

“That sounds like fun”, answered Todd, “but can we

stop for lunch on the way?”