The Seattle 777 Incident
It was a rough day at Austin-Bergstrom International when our airplane landed, with wind and rain threatening to close down the airport. But somehow, the Thursday Shanghai run always came through. Our Boeing 777-4G9 seemed to glide in to the runway despite hefty crosswinds, before touching and quickly slowing down. Under air traffic controller guidance, I exited at the nearest taxiway and it wasn't long before the 777 was mated with the gate and everyone started to collect their things and disembark. I said goodbye to the people in first class, which was handled by one of three jet ways. I just turned around to grab my bag from the cockpit when a woman spoke.
"Excuse me, Mr. Pilot?" she asked timidly.
"Hmm... Ye- HOLY!" I shouted, inadvertently getting the attention of my co-pilot, Tyler. We both balked at what we saw. As a green, six-foot, anthropomorphic dragon stood behind of the two older people. I took a step back toward the cockpit as a precautionary (more reactionary) measure. E