Captain Jet was not just any pilot—he was a young, energetic flyer with a bright red scarf, shiny aviator glasses, and a heart full of curiosity. He loved flying his sleek white turboprop, nicknamed Cloud Chaser. Every journey was an adventure, but today's flight felt different.

As he approached a small airstrip hidden deep in the valleys, he noticed something strange. From high above, he saw dark, zigzagging marks across the runway. They weren't the usual straight landing tire streaks he often saw. These marks looked messy, almost like someone had skidded or spun around.

After carefully landing Cloud Chaser at the far end of the runway, Captain Jet hopped out, his boots crunching on the gravel. Parrot perched on his shoulder, still mumbling, "Marks on runway, marks on runway."

He bent down to study the tracks. "Hmm. These aren't car tire marks. They're too wide, and look—" he pointed, "—you can see the grooves from heavy aircraft wheels."

The wind rustled the tall grass as the young pilot walked down the runway, following the mysterious skid marks. They ended abruptly, right before the bushes near the edge of the airstrip. No crashed airplane. No broken pieces. Just silence.

Captain Jet smiled, adjusting his red scarf. "That's the spirit. Aviation safety comes first, always."

He turned to Parrot, who nodded wisely. "Safety first. Safety first."

With the mystery solved, Captain Jet and Parrot climbed back into Cloud Chaser. The turboprop roared to life as the propellers spun against the morning sun.

As they took off, Captain Jet looked down at the runway one last time. "Every flight tells a story, Parrot. Even the ground has lessons for us."

Parrot stretched his wings. "Lessons, lessons!"

Captain Jet laughed, pointing toward the horizon. "Come on, friend. Let's see what new adventure awaits in the skies!"