From time to time again, Harold's airplane breaks. But I always fix it so he can go flying again.
Yes, Harold loves to fly. In fact, I don't think he's ever left the cockpit. Even when his airplane is broken, he sits there in anticipation of when he can take off once more.
My sister bought Harold at some store or other so he could grace my shelf with his ever-flying presence, him being the very picture of wanderlust cast into fragile glass.
I've
always meant to draw Harold, and now I have him in my sketchbook as
well as on my shelf. Soon, if I find the time, I'll fix his airplane again, so that he can go off and break it once more.