Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf and her butterfly, Rascal, were gliding back down to earth after being sneezed by a lava giant. When the breath finally slowed and rascal could get his wings under control once more, they saw lights to the northwest.
It looked warm there and for several days, every time the pair had tried to rest something had flung them in the air and both were very tired, and, frankly, getting a bit irritable. They reached a silent consensus to go have a nap under the bright lights.
"Vrooooooooooooooooooooooooom!" A noise louder than a sneezing troll burst above them and an enormous something other, blunt like a dwarf spear and bigger than 20 giants with enormous wings that didn't flap once rocketed out of nowhere to right above the elf and butterfly. Behind it came a windstorm which once again picked the twosome up and shook them about and spun them but this time the gale didn't fling them high into the air but pulled them after the enormous metal spearbird with the blue-and-gold tail.
"That must be a paralytic roc," Etwas observed.
Finally, the spearbird slowed on the ground and the elf and the butterfly were cast aside. They crashed into an open black box being carried by a human woman with a soft pink-and-white spaceheater inside.
"This must be some kind of spa," Etwas observed and soon elf and butterfly were asleep in the lap of the pink warmer.
When Etwas awoke, the two were in the most brilliantly lit longhall they had ever seen. A voice spoke in Icelandic. "Welcome to Icelandair flight 681 to Seattle. We have sealed the cabin door, please turn your handheld electronics to the off position. Thank you for choosing Icelandair and enjoy your flight."
"You're welcome," Etwas said sleepily and then, aside to Rascal "handheld what?"
And ever since then, Etwas always puts her seat backs and tray tables to the upright and locked position when she flies commercial.
Programming note: The ladies are due in for three weeks later today so, once again, I promise a story a day but not that it will appear here.
It looked warm there and for several days, every time the pair had tried to rest something had flung them in the air and both were very tired, and, frankly, getting a bit irritable. They reached a silent consensus to go have a nap under the bright lights.
"Vrooooooooooooooooooooooooom!" A noise louder than a sneezing troll burst above them and an enormous something other, blunt like a dwarf spear and bigger than 20 giants with enormous wings that didn't flap once rocketed out of nowhere to right above the elf and butterfly. Behind it came a windstorm which once again picked the twosome up and shook them about and spun them but this time the gale didn't fling them high into the air but pulled them after the enormous metal spearbird with the blue-and-gold tail.
"That must be a paralytic roc," Etwas observed.
Finally, the spearbird slowed on the ground and the elf and the butterfly were cast aside. They crashed into an open black box being carried by a human woman with a soft pink-and-white spaceheater inside.
"This must be some kind of spa," Etwas observed and soon elf and butterfly were asleep in the lap of the pink warmer.
When Etwas awoke, the two were in the most brilliantly lit longhall they had ever seen. A voice spoke in Icelandic. "Welcome to Icelandair flight 681 to Seattle. We have sealed the cabin door, please turn your handheld electronics to the off position. Thank you for choosing Icelandair and enjoy your flight."
"You're welcome," Etwas said sleepily and then, aside to Rascal "handheld what?"
And ever since then, Etwas always puts her seat backs and tray tables to the upright and locked position when she flies commercial.
Programming note: The ladies are due in for three weeks later today so, once again, I promise a story a day but not that it will appear here.
I hope there were no problems at Sea-Tac Customs. That would've been more irritating than a paralytic Roc.
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