Defunctland (Old Musebox)

The biplane was a spot of yellow in the otherwise clear blue skies over the forest, and if one just glanced up, it would look like any other plane might, flying overhead. But a more careful look would reveal it was flying lower than it should be-- A fact that was proven true when the propeller hit the treetops.

It was all downhill from there, as the plane spun while crashing to the ground- Although one wouldn't hear so much as a shout from the pilot. Once the plane stopped skidding through the grass, the man simply climbed out of the now-on-its-side cockpit with a sheepish chuckle.

"Well, it wasn't my best crash, but at least no one was around to get hurt." he mused, rubbing his chin. "And hey, that means no one was around to see it, too!"