TBAY: (The) A.I.R.S.H.I.P. F.A.N.C.Y.

[msbeadsley]

No: HPFGUIDX 80796

The buoyant totem spirit of Sirius Black leans out over the edge of 
the hot air balloon Fancy's gondola and peers down on the ships 
afloat in Theory Bay.  "James would be buzzing them on his 
broomstick," he howls. "Look at that one!  Ship Ahoy!  Look up here, 
I'm dead! I'm really dead!" he barks with enthusiasm.

Captain and pilot Sandy loosens her goggles and pushes them up past 
her forehead.  "Snuffles, stop that right now!  Bad dog, no biscuit!  
If it weren't for the fact that you're no ballast at all I wouldn't 
have let you come, you big galoot."  The captain sighs.  "Though 
there's gonna come a time when that crew's gonna need a Newfie.  Of 
course, if any of those ships decides to aim a canon into air space, 
I could be the one needing a flotation device..."

Snuffles grins, showing a canine.  Captain Sandy bites her lip and 
looks determined.  "Have you written your journal entry today?" 
Snuffles whines. "I thought not.  What was it you said again that 
convinced me to let you come along?"

"About bringing me to heel?" Snuffles scratches one ear with apparent 
absorption.

"I meant bringing you to *heal* and you know it."

"Wonder who's got my old motorcycle?" Snuffles growls, shaking out 
his coat as he sneaks another look down.  "I could be fanning their 
sails myself if I had my flying motorcycle.  Alright, you're 
right...where's my quill?" he wonders aloud.  And humming a song 
Stubby Boardman never sang under his doggy breath, he noses in the 
nearest pile of balloon silk.

Acronym:

Any
Ingenious
Resurrection
Sirius
Has
Is
Problematic;

Fans
Absolutely
Need
Cathartic
Yielding