Somehow, Wildmouth managed to hold on to the abductees as the airship got away from the Moon and back into Mother Earth’s atmosphere. But Chops’s puny front paws finally let go of the acrobat’s ankles and it fell to earth.
Without the weight of the dinosaur, Wildmouth was able to pull Ron, Winterbottom and the other abductees up into the airship. They sat in the cabin squinting in the unfamiliar bright light, exhausted, but on the verge of giggling at their sudden, unexpected, long-awaited liberty.
Winterbottom had only endured a few hours on the Moon, but he was thrilled to be back on the airship and started vigorously to fulfil his duties, serving lemonade to the other escapees. They watched a magic lantern show starring Wildmouth, who signed autographs for them and lapped up their applause. Ron went back to the cockpit to continue his role as temporary co-pilot.
“Everyone all right?” asked Capt. Cookie.
“Yes,” said Ron. “Except the dinosaur.”
“I expect it’ll be o.k.” said Cookie. “It’ll probably land on something soft, like a haystack.”
“Or a cart full of marshmallows,” said Ron.
“Mmmm...” said Cookie.
In the Chilly Peaks, Benny was visiting Mars Boulder in his designer-cave. They talked about things, other things, Ron and some other things for a while and then they looked out of the cave and gazed at the Chilly Peaks night sky and the big, bright, silent Moon.
“What’s that?!” cried Benny suddenly.
“I don’t know!” said Boulder. “A fireball?”
“Or a comet?” said Benny.
Boulder looked through his telescope.
“Well, it’s got a tail!” he said. “Here, take a look!”
“It’s got legs too!” said Benny. “Big back legs, but puny front ones.”
The strange object fell out of sight.
© David Severn 2013
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