Screeching To A Stop

Flying in at full pelt, Arthur suddenly realised the landing strip was already occupied. No room for another, a crash was imminent. 

With years of skilled practice, he applied the brakes. There were sounds of squealing claws brushing the runway and smoke poured from the wings but he managed to halt in mid air.

With no more than a self-conscious glance across to me from the cockpit, he corrected his flight path and landed safely in the branch above. All in a days work for the pilot of Dove Airways.