Chase stared out of the Dragonfly’s window, as the perilous airship drew closer. He saw the silver glider like a sword chopping the flint clouds. Suddenly, Chase heard the menacing missile launching like Mount Vesuvius erupting over Pompeii. Ear-shattering cracks ran through the weak exterior as mercilessly as the jaws of a shark. Chase turned to his master whining and wimping away, “Sticks and bones, Jon! Escape now! I’m just a mechanimal. Save yourself!”