One day when I was walking, I picked up a glove that had been orphaned on the sidewalk. It was bright pink. As I looked closer, I saw something about it that just tickled me.
Someone had decided to give two of the fingers -- just two, not all five -- a different color. It was a beak! This was a Flamingo Glove! Wow!
|Flamingo Glove looking at the snow.|
I showed my new Flamingo Glove to all my friends. And then one of them, before I could say "Look! It's a Flamingo!", said, "Oh, a texting glove."
So I sewed on a button for an eye. Because every Flamingo Glove needs an eye, right?