Another place we like to go is the fence by the long concrete driveway that has flying cars. They call it an airport, with planes. These things come out of the sky, and land in front of us, or they take off madly up the strip and fly away. Often when we go here, we stop at the magic food window on the way and pick up vast quantities of burgers, with lashings of fries and scoff these between take-offs and landings.
I watch them hoping one day they might come closer to the fence so I can have a closer investigation. but I can only watch from out of the window, as there is danger lurking everywhere..apparently.
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