The Journey

The airship roared, fire bellowing out of the iron exhaust pipe, and we were of in a flash. By the time I had adjusted to to sound of the powerful engine, we were already above the clouds. Pip, the miniature poodle yelped in excitement, and Maximus scooped him up in his arms.

”Hold on!” he shouted at me, and I clasped the silver railings. My hair blew back behind me – this was to be a real adventure!

I had spoken too soon. The airship tried its best to stay upright, but unsuccessfully tumbled into a lime green pasture with a bang. The wooden masterpiece went up in flames, me, Pip and Maximus fleeing from the immediate danger we were in. We were now faced with the challenge of getting home…

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