Inside a small landing strip that was located hundred of miles away from the urban districts of Zootopia, a small pickup was being parked right beside a fairly strong wooden hangar. Disembarking from the vehicle was Klia Clawera - a 19 year old female timber wolf who was working as a delivery girl for the Zootopian Postal Service. Despite being a workaholic, she already made a living in delivery cargo to the urban districts since she earned a steady income of a thousand Zootopian Dollars per month. She was resident living in the Rainforest District but the female wolf already have a second residence in Downtown Zootopia, thanks to the money that she earned from her job. Klia was working as a delivery girl like what she promised to her parents on their deathbeds and with that memory edged on her mind, she continued on working.

As she approached the back of the pickup, a male timber wolf dressed with a black vest and a postman's cap named John Andre approached her.

'Hey there, Klia.'

'Hey there, John.'

'You got the postal packages in there that we need to be delivered to Zootopia?'

'Yes. They're all here.'

Klia then removed a few cardboard boxes and a knapsack from the pickup and she places it on the ground. John nodded.

'I see. Very well.'

He then clapped his paws.

'Shall we take the skies, Miss?'

Klia smiled.

'Sure do, John!'

The male wolf snickered. He then helped Klia in carrying the cargo towards the open hangar. Inside was a very old yet a restored propeller-driven monoplane that looked so identical to the other old-fashioned monoplanes used in World War One. Under the decree of the Zootopian Emperor, these very old yet sturdy planes were being adapted only for transporting mail and other light cargo throughout the full '360 degree mile' vicinity of Zootopia. Furthermore, the Zootopian Emperor also constructed new landing strips in the Zootopian countrysides so that trade from these areas would be started for the economic benefit of the entire city. Even though this type of air transportation received some criticism, other Zootopians believed that these travel will promote the city to greater heights by means of trade.

As John started the plane's engine, Klia loaded the aircraft up with the cargo. After that, she boarded the plane. The male wolf noticed her and he intervened.

'Wait, Klia.'

'What?'

'Are you sure that cargo wouldn't be cramming that rear seat in there?'

'Not quite, John. Besides, I could still fit in.'

'Alright then.'

John then removed the blocks that were wedged on the tires before he boarded the monoplane.

'Ok, Klia. We're now going to taxi onto the runway.'

'Copy that.'

The wooden monoplane then started to taxi onto the designated spot on the landing strip's single asphalt runway. Sitting on the rear seat behind John, Klia buckled in her shoulder straps and secured the cargo that was placed below her bottom paws. Before the plane positioned itself on the runway, Klia tapped John's shoulder.

'John.'

'What?'

'Can I ask you something?'

'What is it?'

'Are we cleared to fly for Zootopia?'

'Yes. The controller here gave us the permission to continue our long 2 hour flight to Sahara Square.'

'Why Sahara Square?'

'I just heard that there was a new landing strip available.'

'I see.'

John checked the plane's wings and tail. The flight controls seems A-OK and he nodded before facing to Klia.

'Goggles on, Klia. Here we go!'

Both he and Klia donned their goggle before John set the engine to max power. It took only a few seconds before the plane moved on towards the same speed of a zooming sports car. Klia then gave John a thumbs up.

'Ok, John. We hit V-1.'

'Copy that. V-1, Rotate.'

The male wolf pilot then pulled back the control column. Slowly but surely, the good old wooden plane lifted up and soon, the two timber wolves were both flying towards the skies.

'Flaps 20.'

'Flaps 20. Check.'

'Miss Klia, we're on our way.'

The plane then soared towards the skies.