Every morning, the birds are flapping with excitement for their first flight of the day...except for Bob. Bob doesn't get the whole flying thing; when the other baby birds go up, up, up, he goes down, down, down. Bob can't help worrying...what if he never learns how to fly?

His friend Crow tells him, "All you need to do is breathe, Bob." Of course, Bob breathes all the time, but there's breathing and then there's B-R-E-A-T-H-I-N-G. And it might just be the thing to calm Bob's ruffled feathers.