C.R. Terror and a birthday celebration

Mobility Forum, Nov/Dec 2002

"Tower, we're coming in," announced the Bald One.

After the wheels touched down and the plane came to a standstill by the hanger, Sammy, Blinky and the rest of the crew slowly began to disembark. Col. Fang, his face several shades of angry, met them on the tarmac. "Where's Terror?" he steamed.

"Ummmm, Simin," Sammy began when a low reedy whistle and rumble shook the jet behind him.

"What's that noise?" growled Col. Fang. "That's coming from the cockpit!" he yelled as he threw open the cockpit door. In the pilot's seat with his head resting on a custom-made Eiderdown pillow was the Fiend of Flight.

"Major Terror," Col. Fang uttered very slowly and deliberately, "I hope you enjoyed your flight. It's the last one you'll see for a long time to come."