Kyle looked at it from all angles but saw no other way out.
Normally, one wouldn’t think of an asparagus beetle as having mental health issues, but Kyle was the anomaly.
His spotted little life was fraught with angst. Depression, anxiety, and hunger were his only companions.
And all because of one dirty secret: Kyle hated asparagus. He’d tried to acquire a taste for it, but all he found palatable was ever-elusive chocolate.
Perched on the edge of a wire, Kyle closed his eyes and jumped.
Instead of plummeting to earth, Kyle soared aloft.
“Oh, yeah,” he sighed. “Wings.”