Panache and the Great Hunt for the Acryli-Beast

[way2fractious]

My pilot, a handsome, thin and athletic woman who I knew to be fifty years of age, but possessing some inner luminosity that made her appear decades younger, wished to wait for me whilst I hunted. “I’m clarinetist, I play a woodwind. I’m used to danger!” she bravely offered. I shook my head “No, I want you to return to the zeppelin”, I firmly commanded and gave her a salute. She saluted back and fired up the Sparrowhawk’s engine. I watched the plane take flight and head Southward. (emphasis added)

I must say, in this extraordinary tale the true heroines emerge in unexpected places; such a one, totally comfortable and confident flying in turbulent winds, presented in juxtaposition to the [implied] captain of an unfortunate sailing expedition. She has MY vote for "Queen of the North Pole."

w2f

[ccga3359]

She has MY vote for "Queen of the North Pole."

w2f

Have you not been reading the story? I AM THE QUEEN OF THE NORTH POLE! Now where is my sceptre and royal rubber chicken?

[pdcorlis]

Have you not been reading the story? I AM THE QUEEN OF THE NORTH POLE! Now where is my sceptre and royal rubber chicken?

I knew the howling wind, tretcherous ice and blinding snow had Grant in a bad state - but i never understood just how bad until right now...

Be afraid, be very afraid!