The Air-borne identity

It's arrived a little too early for everyone's comfort... The smell of moist earth (or moist slush, as is more usually the case in this city) has hit the nostrils almost a month in advance. The sales managers at most Umbrella manufacturing/distributing companies are downing their drinks already. The average, proverbial, common man has started worrying again. And in the reality of our roads, cracks (literally) have started showing up. Not that the BMC needed any manifestation of Murphy's law (everything there is anyways fucked up...), but nevertheless, God, while playing dice again, has decided to play a different move this time.

In addition to the cumulonimbus clouds craftily placed over one of the runways of MIAL, just to make the game a little more interesting, our dear who-art-in-heaven decided to add a canine chaos to the drama. And "All the king's horses, and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again", or in this case, all the ATC's resources couldn't drive the creature away from the other runway for a good forty minutes, which were enough to make almost the entire airport staff, as well as the pilots (and not to forget the passengers) feel as if a mad dog had bitten them, and a severe strain of rabies had spread all through their respective systems...

"I believe I can fly... I believe I can touch the sky..." is probably what that helpless creature would have been singing. Perhaps every day of observing useless jokers fly high would have inspired the dog to claim "If these creatures can do it, then certainly I, who is much more faithful than the average traveler, can also do it. All I need therefore, is a good airplane". And good airplanes - they are aplenty, so many that you can keep four of them flying indefinitely, and yet have enough remaining on the ground to be filled up.

Of the five hundred odd passengers who remained in the air much longer than their cheap fare permits, there must have been some dog-owners certainly. I am sure at least a few of those would now be giving second thoughts to their undying love for whatever sub-species they own...

And it has also been heard that the MIAL ATC has outsourced the dog-catching operations to a SWAT team that has been specially trained to deal with precisely such kind of extremely dangerous situations....