The sun had just risen on the Alaskan mountains, making rays of sun hit the tip of houses. Soon the sound of keys opening shops were in the air. Dogs woke and they were, too, roaming with there owners. Zadoku shuffled in his bed and the sun rays hit his eyes and woke him. He shoved the blankets of him and stood up, he took his night shirt off and put it in the laundry. He grabbed a nice long sleeve shirt and put a heavy coat on. "Zadoku! Breakfast is ready!" His father, Jack, had called. Zaduku could already see his fathers smile. He put on heavy pants and ran down stairs. As he did the meow of his cat Maya had made him happy. He could smell Bacon as he was coming down. "You flying today?" Jake asked as his son came to eat. Zaduku gave a nod and ate quickly. He had packed some wood in his plane last night. His plan was only big enough for him and very little luggage. He unlocked the door and waved goodbye to his dad. He walked to the Airport and found his plane. Everything was set for takeoff. He flew into the air, he went toward the mountains. There was a grate fog. He couldn't see. Something hit his plane and he went down. CRASH!