He hummed to himself with delight as the wind brushed past his face. There was no better time than a cool night in the middle of august for a trip like this one. It concerned him how close this dream was to ending. If the mass continued destroying the world with their pollution then it would all be over. There would be nothing left for him to enjoy to the capacity that he did this. He hated the way they drove around in their little ferraries and built buildings so close together just so they could all queue and show off their great ice melting heaps of metal. He despised the way the people always left their lights on, even when they were asleep. It was the aeroplanes that got to him the most. whatever happened to the good old natural earth when people used to walk to their destination?? More and more, the humans wanted to fly. It just wasn't natural said he. Those beings weren't meant to fly so why do they persist on doing so at the cost of the beloved planet?? He knew he had to take every oppurtunity available to him. Maybe he would bring Martha along next time. She was always nagging about how much time he spent on his own. He loved her so and her birthday was coming up soon. The perfect oppurtunity to show her how much he cared. He would take Martha away into his world for the day. An insight into his mind is perhaps what he was thinking about providing for her. But Martha will never know. Forever she will be wondering about his last thoughts. What was going through his mind when he was chopped to a thousand pieces. Did he feel any pain when he flew into the propeller???


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