Who is it?! Ron glanced again at the mysterious birdlady sitting in the seat behind him. She was wearing a felt bureaucrat’s hat and a pair of moonglasses. Where was she going? Was she going to the Chilly Peaks? To the Soup Shack?
“Prepare for take-off!” It was the captain’s voice again. “No need to panic.”
Suddenly, the Airship Mini shot up into the air, as powerful springs in the bottom were released (leaving Ron’s stomach to catch up a few seconds later) and they were on their way.
The journey was quite uneventful. There were no attacks by the snow-mice and there really was no need to panic. Ron gazed out of the porthole at the icy landscape below. They zipped over expanses of ice and frozen mud and before long Ron could see Mount Craigamigo in the distance and he knew they would soon reach the Chilly Peaks.
The stewardess appeared and gave Ron some liquorice sweets and a sky beer (it was bright blue!), but the birdlady must have silently refused with a gesture, as the stewardess went straight back to the cockpit.
Eventually, the Imperial Mini, the Emperor’s private little airship, arrived at the Soup Shack.
Right! thought Ron. Now, I’ll surely find out what’s going on! If the birdlady gets off she’ll have to explain who she is!
The stewardess opened the door and Ron undid his seatbelt and got up from his seat, stretched his arms above his head and looked discretely at.... the birdlady was gone!
© David Severn 2012
© David Severn 2012
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