The air hostess froze..

what on earth.. well, what in sky was that dark shape hanging from the ceiling? and that strange sound.. OOK OOK!


Chongo couldnt cope with that damn China Eastern airline seat any longer. It was about as big as an ice cream bucket and as hard as a doctor's waiting room seat. Fed up with the strain, he stretched one long arm up to the luggage rack, and with one haul, swung himself up, stretched across, and hung comfortably upside down from the ceiling, as a wave of gasps rushed down the eisle.

aaahh, that was better... not long now!