Beware little planes.

Those things sure are pesky. Scootin' around with their crescendos of powerful motor. Flying here, flying there, flying anywhere they like. Good grief where will they fly next? They also have that annoying savage clatter. Clatter clatter clatter. Life is bad enough at times but who needs be reminded of punctuated guns"?

If only one of them is that annoying - imagine what a whole lot of them would be like. Would they be called a gaggle? A brace? A swarm? A hive? A squadronette? Note to self; must use crescendo in conversation at least twice today.