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."
Oh.
How disappointing.
Sad Flamingo. |
So I sewed on a button for an eye. Because every Flamingo Glove needs an eye, right?
My Flamingo Glove is happy again.
That is just excellent!!
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