353A W.I.P. Layouts

Rough work in progress layouts. The first image is the establishing shot of the park, the second is of the playground, and the last one is a map of where everything is in the park. I may change or tweak it overtime, but for now, this is the general idea of I see everything geographically in my mind's eye for the story to take place.

353A Story Concept revised

The smell of anticipation lofted through the air at the Lower Canyon Park as Roger waited eagerly under a tree for his son. His gaze does not shift away from the branches above as he watched his son, Roger Jr., eagerly hop onto the highest branch that he could climb. The odd thing about the baby bird was that he wore a bright yellow helmet while wearing a bright orange life jacket.
 

As Roger Jr. continued his climb, Roger started to grind his beak uneasily as he witnessed his son starting to practice his flapping motions. Once finished, Roger Jr. stretched out wings, embracing the warm summer breeze in hopes that it would aid him in flying alongside the clouds. The little ball of feathers then took his leap. However, Roger Jr. did not anticipate his lack of strength to pick up his own body. Instead of lifting up, Roger Jr. started to fall.
 

Almost instantly, Roger swiftly reacted by throwing a pillow at the trunk of the tree. With a sigh of relief, Roger let a small smile stretch across his beak as Roger Jr. landed on the pillow safely, though his smile quickly faded to a frown when he heard the sound of his own son’s whimpering.
Leaping off the pillow, Roger Jr. hopped over to Roger, flapping his wings in a bouncing motion, only getting more depressed as the act of gravity pulled him back to the ground.
 

To calm his son, Roger gave Roger Jr. a small pat on the head. Soon after, Roger then threw out his other wing into the air, following with a loud squawk of assurance that he was going to teach his son to fly by the end of the day, no matter what.
 

The animals at the park then started to gather, watching in curiosity at how Roger assembled Roger Jr. onto the teeter-totter. At the other end, Roger gave a thumbs up to a Saint Bernard to hop onto the teeter-totter when ready. At the other end, Roger Jr. began to flap his wings, showing  off that he was rearing to take off.
 

Roger took a brief moment to lavish in his clever idea to help his son fly. All he needed was to start high in the air instead of taking off at the tree.  Thinking about how happy his son was going to be once he would start flying, Roger didn’t even noticed that the large dog had already jumped onto the teeter-totter, catapulting Roger Jr. at high speed into the air. Roger then broke from his daydream to see how his son was doing, only then to quickly gasp to see that Roger Jr. was plummeting back to the earth.
 

Beginning to panic, Roger quickly lifted the Saint Bernard and threw the dog onto the ground beneath Roger Jr. so that his son could safely land on him like the pillow he had before. As Roger Jr. landed on the dog’s stomach, he let out a disgruntled grunt at the impact, only to follow with Roger Jr.’s squeaks as he flapped his wings once more in desperation to fly again.
 

Shrugging his shoulders in relief to see his son all right, Roger changed his focus onto his next idea to send his son to fly. As he walked his son over to the empty swing sets, the Saint Bernard and other critters of the park followed. As Roger Jr. set his son onto the empty swing set, Roger signaled the Saint Bernard to start pushing the swing. With a nodding bark, the Saint Bernard started to push the swing slightly harder and harder with each returning pendulum motion. Roger and the other animals watched quietly as their heads followed the swinging motion, holding their breathes until the very moment when Roger Jr. would take off.
 

As his son swung, Roger’s beak started chatter, wondering if the result would turn out like the teeter-totter. The thought of his son being unhappy about not flying only made Roger’s heart sink further. Before he could give any further thought, Roger Jr. had launched into the air. The critters and Roger let out a cheer to see that Roger Jr. was flying high, though to their surprise his trajectory had sent Roger Jr. into the balloon stand.
 

With a wince in unison, the animals quickly dashed over to Roger Jr.’s aid. Once they had arrived, they noticed that a bush of balloons had floated down to them. From amongst the levitating body of balloons was a muffled chirp from Roger Jr..
 

Beginning to peck away some of the balloons, Roger gave a small smile to see that his son was fine, but tangled in the strings of the balloons. He tried tugging at the strings, though to no avail could he set Roger Jr. free. As Roger tugged, he noticed how happy his son was to be levitating off the ground, however Roger observed how tightly bound the balloon strings were around his son that he couldn’t even move his wings.
 

Frowning that he would make his son upset, Roger unstrapped the life jacket and helmet from Roger Jr. so that it would be able to free Roger Jr. from the balloon strings bondage. Once he did, he watched as the balloons carried away the safety equipment, leaving his son behind to bounce as he landed on the ground. Roger after lowered his head as he could hear the collective disappointment murmuring from the critters around him.
 

Roger knew that he didn’t need the ability to read the minds of the animals around him; Roger figured that in their eyes he must have looked like a terrible father since he took away the happiness of his son instantly as soon as he began flying. Roger feared more about what his son would now think of him of him now. He wanted his son to fly, yes, but with Roger Jr.’s own ability and not with the help of balloons. He felt that Roger Jr. would forever hate him.
 

Suddenly, Roger heard a small chirp with an enthusiastic cheer from the animals. Lifting his head up, Roger’s eyes widen to witness that his son was flying next to him. Roger was puzzled at how his son was flying. He had tried everything within his power to assist Roger Jr. to fly. Why could his son fly now but not before?
 

Roger’s though process came to a halt as he noticed how the safety equipment slowly floated away in the distance. Looking back at his son, Roger let out a small chuckle to realize that it was the weight of Roger’s equipment that held his son down.
 

Giving a gleeful chirp, Roger watched as his son continued to flutter along as the body of balloons faded off into the deep blue sky.