I like to think that someday soon, one side of the rusty landing gear will finally give way. With a groan the old girl clunks her starboard quarter panel into the dirt - kicking up a small cloud of dust. No one was hurt because the old man and his dog both dive from under the hulk. Now everything leans at an odd angle. That is until later that same week the other leg gives out and she flops down on her belly. The only life lost is the one prairie dog that just couldn't dive deep enough into his burrow.