Saturday, June 4, 2011

Florrie Comes to Town


Gus and Trudy waited until everyone on Bloomfield Avenue fell asleep. They needed it to be quiet and dark for what they planned to do. Gus looked outside and was relieved that it was a little cloudy. He didn't want the moon lighting up the sky and showing off Trudy flying above.

Gus checked his watch. It was just about midnight. He craned his neck out of the window of his home. Trudy should just be here any minute, he thought.

And wouldn't you know it? Just above he could hear the flapping of Trudy's wings. He could hear the flapping of a different kind of wings also.

Right on time, he thought.

Trudy landed on the compost bin and her flying companion landed next to her.

Gus couldn't believe what he was seeing. An honest to goodness pink flamingo. Florrie the Flamingo had come all the way from Florida to spend the summer in NJ with Gus and Trudy. At the border of Maryland and New Jersey Trudy met up with Florrie and escorted her the rest of the way to Gus' house.

Florrie was going to spend the summer visiting with Gus and Trudy but she was also on a special mission from the Great Flamingo. Once in a great while the Great Flamingo would send out a very special flamingo to meet a very special child and that flamingo would be the child's Guardian Flamingo. Florrie was a very special flamingo. Across the street from Gus' garden was a very special little girl. Her name was Abby and she could see the gnomes and fairies. Because of this very special gift, the Great Flamingo thought she needed to be watched over for the summer.

Florrie, Gus and Trudy snuck across the street to Abby's house. Everyone was asleep. Florrie thanked Gus and Trudy and went to go stand by the side of the house. In the morning everyone on the street would find Florrie standing there. Everyone would think she was just another plastic flamingo that the gnomes had brought across the street.

But Abby would see through the plastic and know that Florrie was real and they would become very good friends.

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