Maggie came to Heathrow airport on a white pony she had purchased along the Thames. She was hoping to board the next blind flight to Asia. Perhaps it might take her to Tibet, but you never know with those sort of flights. She had packed a variety of items in her wicker basket, which she always looped to the brass hooks above the seats on the plane. The basket had a vertical fold-out tray, where she had assembled her afternoon tea: a cup of Earl Grey and four cucumber cream cheese sandwiches.
She got in the security line at sector 4174. It was very long and she passed the time by reading a Harper's Gazette story on the latest steam-propelled snake remover. She thought it might be useful if the plane dropped her off in India.
The customs agent had a very long beard and a spiky hat. He kept a thin white mongoose on a leather lease. She put her basket on the conveyor belt. The mongoose sniffed at it and started wimpering.
"M'am, I'm going to need to look over the content of your bag" the grumpy customs agent informed her.
"Aha! Earl Grey tea! Did you know it's forbidden in Zone 3 of the Worldwide Commerce Division?" he said as
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