“Do I have to?” to pleaded Orville.
“Yes you bloody well do” said Wilbur
“Well I’ve changed my mind”
“Look” pleaded Wilbur “You’ll be all right – I’m your brother for god’s sake. I wouldn’t let you do it if I thought you’d be in danger”
“Well, why me anyway?” said Orville “If it’s so safe you do it!”
“But you know I don’t like heights” shouted Wilbur. “In the winter I can’t even wear two pairs of socks because I get dizzy. Now sit down and I’ll surround you in cushions so if it goes wrong you won’t hurt yourself”
“What do you mean ‘if it goes wrong’, you said it is safe”
Orville’s pathetic pleas went unheard, the engine on The Flyer stuttered into life, and seconds later the Wright brothers fragile timber and cloth contraption wobbled its way off the ground and into the sky. Well, not really the sky, but it did lift itself off the ground!
Above the noise a little voice could be heard “Oooo ... get me down.... I don’t like it”
Twelve seconds and one hundred and twenty feet feet later, the flying machine bumped down to the ground again. Wilbur and his mates ran to catch up and Orville , green faced from his ordeal, tumbled out and sat with his hands clutching his tummy.
A proud Wilbur raised himself to his full height – he wasn’t very tall – then with a quivering voice announced to the assembled crowd “One day man will fly across oceans”
“Bugger that” shouted Orville “They can do it without me! I'm off for a beer?”