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The Martinez family returned to their home after the weekend, and Mouse Jordan couldn’t shake the feeling of elation that was in the air. Watching the planes fly by lit a spark in him, filling him with the desire to go on his own aerial adventure.

One evening, as the family gathered for dinner, Jordan ran up to Father Peter, his mustache quivering with impatience. «Father Peter,» he squeaked, tugging at Peter’s pant leg, «I want to fly on a plane too!» —

Peter’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the determined little mouse. – Will you take a plane? – he repeated with a note of uncertainty in his voice.

«But, Jordan, you’re a mouse. Mice don’t fly on airplanes.

But Jordan was not confused by this. «Please, Father Peter,» he pleaded, his eyes shining with determination.

– I want to see the world from above. I want to soar in the clouds and feel the wind in my fur. Please buy me a plane ticket.

Peter glanced at Samantha and Jessica, who were watching the exchange with surprise. After a moment of silent reflection, he turned to Jordan with a smile. «Okay, Jordan,» he said, his voice warm with tenderness. «If that’s what you want, then we’ll do it.»

And so, with a sense of excitement and anticipation, the Martinez family began preparing Jordan for the first flight. They bought a tiny plane ticket for him, complete with his own miniature armchair and a tiny table on a tray.

The day of departure was approaching, and Jessica helped Jordan pack his things to make sure he had everything he needed for the trip. They even built him a small travel backpack in which he could put his belongings, complete with a miniature map of the world.