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The Ballad of Lester B. Pearson

Time to fly…

Dirk grabbed his bag from the taxi and lunged for the automatic door, pushing it open as he sprang through. Dancing through the seat belt maze, he arrived at the counter with a thud.

Checking in for Bangkok, he exclaimed. The bespectacled page marked his bag with a large yellow ‘YYZ’ tag and placed it on the conveyor. Dirk grabbed his claim tag, sprinting around the kiosks and dodging stray strollers and sleeping travelers. Ten minutes was not enough to reach the gate!

But at last, he arrived. Ambling down the jetbridge, he found his seat and settled in. The plane taxied onto the runway and arced into the air with a graceful whoosh. Dirk was dreaming of rabbits, when finally they began to land…

Which they did! Dirk yanked his seat into position and hustled off the plane. He scrambled through disembarking passengers and reached the luggage claim in a huff. Diving for his bag, he snatched it from the carousel and darted outside, collapsing into the seat of the nearest taxi…

And exhaled.

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