Flying Over the Cuckoo's Nest

The bug was extraordinary; he sprouted wings to fly. He was above, taking in the clouds very keen of sight. He pretended to be a fighter pilot; his imagination was extraordinary. Sometimes he imagined that he was Snoopy, fleas and all. Can you imagine a flea on a bug? He could. Somehow he navigated the magnetic fields, or maybe flew by the slant of the sun. His destination was not ordinary. He had goals, that boy. One evening he conjured up a human and swallowed that man by accident. See, the human flew right into the bug's mouth. Rightly so. Justly so. The bug had no windshield.