Fluency U6L1

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“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?”