“You have forgot-it to put in gasolene,” corrode Irish man what was there to labour.
“So have!” say Airnot. So Hon. Gasolene was poured to engines with can.
Once more prepare to start. Hon. Airnot take seat. Quick jerk to crank-handle. O banzai! Whirr of angry rages from engine. Entire fly-machine get palpitation to resemble rooster severed from its brains. Irish man give shove, & complete bird-boat motor along ground on bisickel wheels. More fast & more faster it go, kicking up pebbles in frantick enjoyment, some time rising to astonishy hight of ¼ inch, now & yet bumptious to large stone and appearing anxious to fly, but not sure how; till of suddenly it make very restful flop against fence-post & stop desiring to continue.
Loud shouting from all Airo Clubs present.
“I ask to know,” I require, “for why does all make such pagan noise of gladness?”
“For following reason,” decrop one Professor, “because aireal navigation are solved.”
“All airships is modeled to resemble some kind of birds,” I say for interview. “Some to resemble sparrows, some to resemble hawk—what species of birdy are this fly-boat modeled to resemble?”
“It are modeled to resemble a ostrich,” say Hon. Airnot, picking up some fingers he lost.
“But a ostrich are not able to fly,” I snuggest.