Just more than 45 minutes after taking off, the wooden monoplane piloted by John and Klia was now flying above the first stretch of the so-called Great Zootopian Mountain Range - a vast mountain range that look similar to the other vast boondocks of Southeast Asia. As a precaution, John made the plane climb a little bit higher.
'Klia. Since we're now flying at the mouth of the mountain range, we're going to fly a bit higher than usual.'
'Are you sure, John?'
'Don't worry. We'll be fine.'
'Alright then.'
John then pulled the control column and he made the plane climb a bit more higher in order to avoid the summits of the high-rising mountains. As he does that, John then saw a few cumulus clouds and a line of cumulonimbus clouds up ahead.
'Ugh.'
'What?'
'I saw some cumulus and cumulonimbus clouds up ahead, Klia.'
'No wonder. Just press on.'
'But I can't do that, Klia.'
'Why not?'
'Those clouds were dangerous! We might get hit by hail or a lightning strike if we flew towards them.'
Klia groaned.
'John! We have some precious cargo in here to be delivered urgently to Zootopia. If we turn back, we will be facing some black marks on our working records!'
The male timber wolf pilot perked up on what Klia said. Surely, he and Klia might be facing penalties if they don't deliver the cargo to Zootopia on time but if they continued on flying through the line of dangerous clouds, they might risk their lives. Facing no other options, John reluctantly accepted the risks.
'Alright, Klia. We'll continue to press on. Just hold tight and this would be bumpy!'
Klia nodded. Both John and Klia tightened their shoulder straps and soon enough, their wooden plane flew towards a group of cumulus and cumulonimbus clouds that were in front of them. As they flew through the clouds, the flight was sporadic as the plane was being battered by massive tailwinds. The wooden plane also took a few sharp dips and turns that makes Klia uneasy.
'Keep it steady, John!'
'I'm trying!'
'I think you're flying too fast. Slow the plane a bit!'
Despite the confusing recommendation, John did what Klia asked and he slowed the plane's engine a bit. After battling the strong tailwinds and the sporadic dips and turns of the wooden plane, the aircraft started to clear away from the clouds and flew onto the blanket of fog ahead. The female timber wolf smiled triumphantly.
'There you go, John! We're cleared!'
'Oh yeah!'
The male timber wolf piloting the monoplane started to laugh triumphantly along with Klia but the relief was short-lived as the small wooden two-seater pre-World War One monoplane nearly collided its wing on the top of a high-rising tree.
'Whoa!'
'What was that?!'
'Looks like a tree.'
'A tree, you say?! Impossible! We can't be close to the ground yet!'
Before John could reply, the plane's right wing clipped a few branches of the other high-rising trees that was partially covered by the fog. By that view, the two wolves realized that the plane was now flying too close to the ground!
'We're hitting the trees, John! Full power! Full power!'
John powered the engine back to the maximum level and tried to avoid the trees by climbing back but it was too late. The wooden monoplane struck its tail onto a few more trees before the aircraft itself crashed towards the ground with such force.
The only sound that followed in was the eerie silence of the wilderness.
