A boy sat in the park writing letters. An angel flew by him and asked if it could read one of the letters. The boy nodded his head, enchanted by its majesty. "Stellar," it hugged him, "You keep writing and I'll keep flying." The boy was in like. He leapt into the air after it. The angel, impressed, asked him to join it in a flight up to heaven. They flew for many weeks, but eventually the boy tired, began to fall and cried out for help. The angel didn't understand, for everything that belongs in the air can fly.
A boy sat at a party being sober. A bottle of whiskey walked by and asked if he wanted a shot. The boy shook his head, enraged with his forwardness. "Neat," he toasted him, "You keep clear headed and I'll keep drinking." The boy was in hate. He stood and held out a glass. The bottle of whiskey, impressed, asked him to join him in a drinking competition. They drank for many weeks, but eventually the boy tired, began to vomit and cried out for help. The bottle of whiskey didn't understand, for everything that belongs to the night can drink.