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by Bert Millspaugh
Wilbur and Orville had worked day and
night testing the flight controls on their air vehicle.
Wilbur, glared, as he glanced at his brother. "We'd better
make her fly this year or I'm going back to making bicycles."
"It'll fly," Orville answered. "Just a few more tests."
"How many years have I heard that? Running tests, five years,
ten years. I'm getting old."
"Aw come on, Wilbur. Besides, you get to fly her this time.
We both know it'll be a success." Eventually, he muttered to
Wilbur reluctantly climbed into the seat. He gave his brother the
high sign and took off. The ship raced across the barren field,
red dust billowing up around it. When the craft landed, Orville,
their maintenance crew, and sightseers greeted him with enthusiasm.
As the pilot climbed down, his brother slapped him on the back.
"You did it brother, you did it. Now, we are ready for the
Wilbur smiled at his brother, a smile that turned to a grin. We're
ready, aren't we. It's hard to believe. And there she lies, there's
The two men stared across the solar system at the blue agate planet
flickering in the distance.