“No Icarus!  Stop!” shouted Daedalus, “The wax will melt if it gets too warm.  Not so high.  Not so high!”

But Icarus was too far away or too lost in his own happy thoughts of excitement to listen to his father’s warnings.  As he flew still higher he began to feel the warm wax dripping down his arms and saw feathers falling like snowflakes down around him.  Remembering his father’s lectures, Icarus realized with horror his mistake.  He began to work the pulleys to tilt his wings back down toward the sea but as he did so, he saw more feathers drift away and he began to lose height more quickly than he wanted.

Working the pulleys even more frantically, Icarus flapped the wings trying to slow his fall but the harder he flapped, the more feathers detached from the frame of his wings.

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