My Sister and the Drone

there is a drone in a transparent jar on the stool my sister is watching him intently her cheeks raised and teeth glittering she scrutinizes as it flaps while climbing it crawls up and pauses midway it takes quick breathe, pumps its abdomen and pulls up again its almost leaving the jar when... my sister chuckles and vibrates the jar with her little finger the drone crumbles and falls on its back its feathery wings stuck at the bottom and feet kicks the air. my sister burst out laughing...and... stops the drone is turning over heading for the dry corner of the jah.. my sister rolls her eyes and waits...