Inside the cabin, a little boy with a telescope hanging around his neck is experiencing his first airplane ride. Once the airplane stabilized, he ignored his father's attempts to stop him and climbed on his seat, staring at the clouds outside.
"The houses are so tiny, and there are so many clouds. Daddy, come see, there's a little girl over there riding a... horse," the little boy confidently insisted; to him, if it's being ridden, it must be a horse.
If White Flood Dragon heard this, he would definitely vomit blood in frustration, for he is not a horse; why does no one understand?
"Hurry and sit down, or the flight attendant will come and take away your telescope," the little boy's father took the telescope, ignoring his son's screaming.
