There was a small airfield far behind the village. There were two planes there. One was blue and the other was green. Everyone who knew them always called them Blue and Green. They were smaller planes. During the day, people could fly them if they wanted a scenic flight. They got on them and the planes carried them from village to village, town to town, across the sky. It was beautiful. But at night, the planes had a different life.
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