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Friday 19 October 2012

day fifty-seven and phew!


Just then there was a voice. It was coming from somewhere up in the air.
“No need to panic!” said the voice.
“I know that voice!” said Ron. “It’s Captain Cookie!”
Yes, it was Captain Peters Cookie, piloting the airship which regularly flew the Far North route via the Chilly Peaks. With delicate handling of the controls, the captain brought the airship alongside the autogyro and the stewardess opened the door and threw out a rope, which Ron was able to reach out and grab. Benny was careful to keep the autogyro’s rotorblades away from the airship and soon Ron and the Spy were able to get onto the airship. 

Benny regained control of the autogyro and went as fast as he could to get back to the Soup Shack. The airship would be stopping there for lunch and the passengers would be expecting a choice of soups, at least two anyway.
When he got back, he soon got the pans on and chopped and peeled furiously. His recent experience as head-chef in the Imperial Kitchen, cooking for visiting moose dignitaries and large banquets for a hundred-and-seventy penguinterbottoms, now stood him in good stead.
So, when the airship arrived at the Soup Shack and tied-up on the ledge, everything was almost ready. Benny got Ron and the Spy busy straight away laying tables , taking orders and serving. Fred and his spider friends tried to help, but mostly had to avoid being squashed by soup spoons or salt and pepper pots. 
Some time later, the airship passengers all had a bowl of soup and Benny and Ron and the Spy had time to take a deep breath. 
Phew!

© David Severn 2012

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