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giant pairs of wings which will allow them to fly to freedom. At rise, Daedalus is intently
affixing an intricate series of feathers; a bit of a mess. Icarus stands patiently, his magnificent
wings complete and strong.)

Daedalus: (staring his own pile of feathers; not looking up) I don't want to give you false
hopes, Icarus.

Icarus: No danger there, Dad.

Daedalus: But I think you actually might be able to make a pair of wings.

Icarus: No reason I couldn't.

Daedalus: As soon as I'm done with mine, I'll come help you.

Icarus: Want to race?

Daedalus: No, that's all right. I want you to feel like you can succeed.

Icarus: I feel that I can.

Daedalus: I worry for you, you know.

Icarus: How's that?

Daedalus: Too negative. Never believing you can do anything. You'll never get off the
ground if you don't start thinking you can win.

Icarus: (flapping his wings) I actually think I have the exact opposite problem.

Daedalus: Hand me two of those secondaries.
(Icarus starts to hand him two feathers when Daedalus continues.)

Daedalus: Secondaries: those are the ones which are right at the pointy-angle-y part, sort of
the bird’s elbow, if it had elbows.

Icarus: (feigning ignorance) Um, um, wait, the big long ones?

Daedalus: No, those are primary feathers. I'm looking for two of the --

Icarus: (not moving; he's holding them in his hand) Wait, oh, here, I think I found two of
them.

Daedalus: (still not looking) Take your time.

Icarus: I will, Dad.

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