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Friday 13 July 2012

day forty-seven and dizzy

Ron was now left spinning around on the end of the roll of tape. The only sound now was the steady "flip-flip" of the airship's propellor. There was a spectacular view of the blue, icy mountains all around, but Ron wasn't in the mood for spectacle. He couldn't help looking down, and wasn't pleased to see a desolate landscape of white below. He couldn't see anybody down there waiting with a net to catch him, but he could imagine some beasts lying in wait to devour him a few seconds after hitting the ground.
Ron thought about his friends back home and wondered what they were doing at that moment. "Probably having a picnic or playing crackit!", he thought. He vowed to be a good birdman if he ever got back there. That thought was cut short though, as the airship suddenly lurched to one side again, sending Ron swinging wildly. He looked up and saw the snow-mice attacking again! They zoomed-in in their flying tea-cups and he saw them launch another spiky sea anemone, but Captain Cookie took evasive action and dodged it with some skilful control. But the jerky movement of the airship made Ron swing even more and the snow-mice spotted him. Already dizzy, Ron was nearly knocked-out by a snowball right in the face. He saw them bearing down on him again and wanted to just let go of the tape to avoid another battering before his now seemingly unavoidable plunge to the ground.

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