Kali 6 – Kali learns to fly

One bright summer day Kali was out in a field of flowers, running about and playing fetch with her friendly flying broomstick, Woodward.

Minerva the owl had told her that she should practice riding it.

“If you can’t even ride a flying broomstick, Kali”, she’d said, “Then you’ll never become a proper wizard”.

But Kali much preferred chasing after sticks to flying on them and Woodward the broomstick enjoyed throwing itself about and having Kali run after it and fetch it.

“Dogs were never meant to fly”, said Kali to Woodward, “If they were then nature would have given them wings, surely”.

Woodward, had it been able to speak, might have made the argument that magic broomsticks didn’t have wings either and that, in fact, broomsticks really were designed for sweeping and not flying, but because it could not speak, instead it nodded its handle in agreement.

However, just at that moment, the broomstick hurled itself right into a dark cave, hitting a sleeping, gigantic one eyed ogre upon its broad, bulbous nose.

“Grrrrr”, roared the ogre, angrily, waking up, “Who threw that stick at me?”.

“Oh no”, said Kali as she saw the Ogre come stomping out of the cave towards her; picking up and waving a large spiky club with its left hand; then, frantically, the dog wizard turned and ran as fast her four paws could carry her, away from the monster.

But then, looking back, Kali could see the huge Ogre start to chase after her pounding the earth with its club, left and right, as if trying to swat a scurrying bug and then, suddenly, up ahead, to her dismay, Kali saw a cliff top and below it a 100 foot drop onto a swirling sea and craggy rocks.

“I’m trapped”, thought Kali looking down at the deep water far below.

“Ha!”, laughed the Ogre, seeing the canine wizards desperate predicament, “I’ve got you now”.

But then, just as Kali was giving up all hope, rising over the shoulder of the Ogre and swooping down towards her she saw her magical flying broom Woodward and, quickly grabbing onto the broom tightly with all four of her paws and wrapping her white tipped tail around its handle, suddenly, Kali realised that she was not on the cliff top any more but flying through the air, high over the rocks and far across the swirling sea.

“Well”, said Minerva, when she saw Kali come flying home on the broomstick and landing outside the Wizards house, “I’m glad to see you’ve been taking your broom flying practice seriously. Not just playing fetch with Woodward again”.

“Yes, well, perhaps dogs were meant to fly after all”, said Kali, “It certainly helps if your being chased by an angry ogre”.