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a little boy plane named Pedro.

Uh, where is Pedro?

Oh, there he is. Maybe someday...

hell grow up to be a big plane

like his father...

who carries the mail

between Chile and Argentina.

Like all fledglings,

Pedro went to ground school...

to learn the ABC's of flying.

He studied reading,

skywriting and arithmetic.

He was taught anatomy.

He also studied history...

Pedro! And geography.

And in geography, he learned the mail

route between Santiago and Mendoza.

Over the mighty Andes,

past Aconcagua...

highest mountain

in the Western Hemisphere.

One day the papa plane was laid up

with a cold in his cylinder head.

So he couldnt fly the mail.

And the mama plane

couldnt stand the altitude...

because she had high oil pressure.

So she couldnt fly the mail.

But the mail must go through...

I hope.

Calli Pedro.

Ready for Flight 2 to Mendoza.

"Now, remember, Pedro",

the mama plane said...

"stay out of downdraught

and keep your muffler on tight. "

And dont go near Aconca...

Aconca... Aconcagua!

Flight 2 leaving for Mendoza.

All clear, Pedro.

Let 'er go.

Give 'er the gun, boy!

Gun 'er! Gun 'er!

Dont lose you ring speed!

Pull up!! Pull up!!

Look out!

And so, after a masterly takeoff...

Pedro started on

his first assignment...

to pick up the mail at Mendoza.

Each and every trip through

this pass is an adventure in itself.

At this altitude,

you never can tell what...

Downdraught!

Pulled out of that one all right.

Handles himself like a veteran.

His course carried him

over the Pass of Uspallata...

where stands the statue

of the Christ of the Andes...

marking the boundary

between Chile and Argentina.

So far, so good.

Not a cylinder missing.

Pedro was flying on top

of the world when suddenly...

his first view of that

towering monarch, Aconcagua!

So this was the big bully

theyd warned him about.

But he didnt scare Pedro, though.

No, sirree.

Well, the worst is over.

And from now on,

it's clear sailing to Mendoza.

Come in against the wind, Pedro.

There's your mail.

Easy now. Attaboy!

He picked up his mail

like a veteran.

Uh-oh! Careful!

That cargo is precious.

Pedro was homeward-bound

and ahead of schedule.

Ill bet his mother and dad

will be proud of him.

Just a natural-born flier.

Hmm. Maybe I

shouldnt have mentioned it.

Look out!

Hope he got that out of his system.

Now with good luck and a...

Uh-oh.

I was afraid of that.

Hey, Pedro, come back!

The little fellow had completely

forgotten his responsibilities. Pedro!

Then suddenly, Aconcagua!

Its rocky, snow-filled crags formed

the face of a leering monster.

The oil froze

in little Pedro's cylinders...

and his motor knocked with fright.

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