Oh, how Jeremy had talked her into this was beyond her! She hated heights and she doubted that subjecting herself to it every so often would help to cure her fear. If anything, she'd guess Jeremy's flying only made it worse.
"Mrs. Bris! Mrs. Bris! Look! You can see the whole farm from here!"
She didn't look, of course. She kept her eyes tightly shut and her face buried in the thick, black fathers. Her hands on the string around his neck were petrified and her feet clawed madly, trying to grip onto something.
"I see, Jeremy," she lied. "Can we go back down now?"
"Aw, but Mrs. B! You haven't even seen the mast yet."
"I don't think I want to see it, Jeremy," she said quickly, shaking her head against the nape of his neck. "Please. Let's go back down."
"Oh, alright, Mrs. B," he sighed, his flapping slowing to a more leisurely pace. "But you gotta open your eyes for this bit. It's fun!"
"I don't know if fun would be the word -"
"Sure it is, Mrs. B! Come on, take a look!"
Unbeknownst to her, his wing speed was depleting rapidly and soon after, their altitude followed. When she did open her eyes it was to the disgusting sense of vertigo, her stomach pushing its way determinedly into her throat. They were nearly vertical, free-falling head first towards the ground.
He crowed madly, his laughter loud in her ears. The ground was coming closer with each desperate second, so fast in fact that Mrs. Brisby didn't think to close her eyes again. All she could do was stare, mouth open in a silent scream as they plummeted downward uncontrollably.
Feet from hitting the ground, Jeremy righted them and flapped for all he was worth until they were flying at a normal pace again.
"Haha! How was that, Mrs. B?"
The nails of her hand dug into his feathers. Eventually, he landed in the field, thudding to an ungraceful halt, tripping over his own feet so that he landed on his beak. She quickly clambered off of him, pale and shaken and walked, without another word, home. Her feet had never been so glad to meet soil. Jeremy, undetered by her silence, followed close behind.
"That was fun! We should do that more often. How about it Mrs. Bris?" He hopped enthusiastically in front of her. "Let's do that again!"
Cooly, despite her shaking hands, she removed her red shawl, rolled it up and thwacked him on the beak.