The little boy who spoke was a little over four years old, with a bowl-cut hairstyle.
His mother was resting with her eyes closed. Hearing what her child said, she kept her eyes shut and replied subconsciously.
"Sweetie, you must have seen it wrong! We're over ten thousand meters up in the sky right now. Where would black swans come from!"
The little boy heard his mother say he was mistaken, so he glanced out the window again. Then he turned his head, tugged on his mother's arm, and said to her with absolute certainty while she rested.
"Mommy, I wasn't wrong! They really are black swans! I even drew a picture of them the day before yesterday! Quick, come look!"
The little boy's mother slowly opened her eyes. "Where are the black swans? Let me have a look..." she said in a teasing tone as she looked out the window.
"Huh?!!!"
Outside the plane, about twenty-odd meters away, a large flock of sizable, dark gray creatures with curled feathers was flying alongside the aircraft.
