Worn out, Carrie sighs in the claws of the eagle. When her large ears pick up a familiar voice from down below. "John!" Carrie yells.
"I'm coming Carrie!" John shouted from atop the ladder of a bright red fire truck, his ears flapping in the wind. The dragoness barely fits in the truck; her large form slightly bulging the small fire truck as she drives. "We're coming to get you!" He pulls the big red lever and the ladder shoots up.
But the eagle notices and rises higher into the air just out of the ladder's reach. John jumps high and lands square on the eagles back. The wind blows ferociously past; ruffling his fur as his ears fall backwards. Even though John is much larger than Carrie this was one big bird! He lays there clutching the eagles feathers; pinned down by the wind.
"I can't give-up!" She thinks out loud. "What would a cartoon do in this situation!?...That's it!" She exclaims as she...