Carlos was making one of his frequent visits to the Convent San Tanco in his town of San Juan. He was raised by the sisters there when left an orphan and he still enjoyed the company of the sisters, and it renewed his faith a bit to watch them in their devotions. Today he was giving Captain Gaspar Fomento, the local constable, a ride to the convent when he mentioned he needed to talk to the Mother Superior.

Carlos parked outside the convent and struck up a conversation with Sister Ana who was working in the garden while Captain Fomento went into the convent. While chatting with the novice he glanced up and saw a startling sight.

"What in the world is that, sister?" he asked, pointing skyward. Sister Ana looked up and saw what looked like a large white gull flying in the sky.

"Oh, it is only a bird," she replied.

"No, no! It is a person! Look closer!" Carlos demanded emphatically. Sister Ana looked again and gasped. It's Sister Bertrille! The tiny nun has once again had her cornette caught by the strong winds of San Tanco and has taken to the air, soaring on the updrafts. Sister Ana thought a moment and decided to tell Carlos the truth.

"Carlos, it is Sister Bertrille. She is something of a flying nun, you may say. She is so light that when the winds are strong enough she is lifted into the air for a time."

"But she is so high up! Won't she fall to her death?!" he exclaimed.

"I do not think so. She has gotten quite good at flying in her time here. Plus, God watches out for ones like her."

"Ah, that explains how she managed to get to the balcony at my casino that day when no one saw her come in!" he smiled. It was amazing, watching her swoop and soar through the air, one hand on her head holding her "wings" in place.

Carlos continued to marvel at the flying figure far above him. Soon Captain Fomento left the convent and returned to the car. Carlos was still craning his neck at the now tiny speck high in the sky, and so the captain looked up, too.

"What are you looking at, Ramirez?" he asked, squinting against the bright sun.

Carlos liked the small sister and was afraid of what the overly officious Fomento might do if he found out she was zooming through the air around the town. Fomento would probably jail her for flying without a license.

"Oh, nothing much," Carlos replied. "It's just a nun-identified flying object."