“DAMMIT” Daisy bayed under her dog-breath and promptly curled up on Gandolf’s spacious back seat. And fell fast asleep.
“Wake up hound!”
Daisy was a little disoriented for a second or two; she bounded out of the car and looked up, “It has my name on it!”
“Wanna go for a ride?”
Meanwhile…a certain pigeon we all know was having himself a very nice flight somewhere over Moosehead County…
Season V—Chapter 6—Episode 2:
Soon they were airborne and climbing over Old Saint Paul, Minnesota. Reaching the desired altitude Boomer decided to see just what the old Mustang had and slid the throttle to the stop; the big Rolls-Royce Merlin V-1650-3 engine delivering 1,695 horsepower responded with deep howl; the airplane quickly accelerating to over 400 mph.
A deep-throated sound unlike anything FlutterMatters had ever heard began to intrude upon his disjointed thoughts of the Master. As the sound began overwhelm those thoughts he became just conscious enough of the sound to turn to look…
Before he could turn the sound was beyond him and rapidly diminishing in the distance; but he didn’t notice that. He was spinning at an alarming number of revolutions per minute.
The only question I have at this point, Gentle Reader: Do you suppose he’ll ever stop spinning?
“You just flew over the bay, Sarah, aren’t we going to land?”
“We are; soon. At Danger Bay Field on top of the South Bluff.”
“I didn’t know this plane had wheels…”
“Shaddock Farkleberry installed new amphibious pontoons a month or two ago,” Sarah smiled (she does that a lot), “and I’ve been practicing landings and take offs.”
“It’s a long walk…”
“Your SUV is already there, waiting for us, right Buttons?”
Sarah entered the airport’s traffic pattern heading due west (270º) she turned into the downwind leg heading northwest (315º). On the downwind leg she scanned the airfield for traffic (there is NO air traffic control here). “Hey look! There another airplane parked down there!”
“It is an airport, Sarah.”
Passing through the base leg and throttling back she turned into the final approach (135º) and brought the L16 in for a smooth landing (truth to tell, the starboard main wheel touched down a millisecond before the port wheel), and taxied towards the main hangar. “It’s a big DeHaviland; I’m told they’re great bush-planes. I wonder whose it is?”
To be Continued…