The trip was uneventful. Blue and the others did not really speak amongst themselves beachside of the amount of air being pressed against them as the flying bullet whizzed through the sky. They were worried that the air would possibly over inflate their lungs and cause them to explode, or something along those lines.
The only good thing about the trip would be the amazing view from above the trees and mountains. In the blue sky, looking down on the lush green forests and the towering old mountains. There were many things to take in. A simple glance was not enough to satisfy them, a painting or a memory that could last forever;that is what they wanted.
Travelling through the skies on a flying bullet. Who would have thought that such an occasion would occur? What did they do to deserve such a fun and enlightening experience? Not much, they just worked for most of their lives and lived well.
