Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sky Tigers At Six O'Clock
The radio crackled. "She's on your six! Squad leader, your six!" But the lead aircraft's radio was out. The sky tiger came from out of the sun. Another swat from those massive paws and they were done for. The captain called to the rest of the squadron. "Ok boys, this is it. We can't let that furball take out the Jenny! Her payload is more important than all of us! Form on me and give it hell, boys!"
The squadron swirled in a mad aerial dance, in a desperate effort to protect the lead plane, but it was futile. The massive tiger surged forward, clawing and biting through the sky in every direction. One after another the fighter wing fell, until only the B-17 remained. The tiger reared and prepared to pounce her death pounce, when suddenly something wet struck her nose.
The tiger woke, and yawned lazily as a summer shower rolled through the field.
larger one here.
