We have been using our wagon to transport wood for our wood burning stove. While there is wood in the house, there is often a wagon-load just outside, in case we need more late at night when it is too dark to find the woodpile.
This is what it should have looked like when I returned from walking the beast.
It didn’t. The flamingo, deprived of all water adventures, had not lost her desire for adventures after all.
This is what I found.
Flamingo: Hey, you’re home! Great to see you.
To the tune of an old familiar tune she began singing….
I’m a pink flamingo, there’s no doubt, you and the beast should take me OUT!
Me: Oh, I can take you out of the wagon very easily.
Have you ever seen a flamingo roll her eyes? It outdoes any teenager in the drama department.
I took the beast inside and realized that my sweet little flamingo had brought all the wood inside and I knew we had to take her for a ride.
It was a beautiful day, but after a long walk with a flamingo singing like a toddler the whole time, I am SICK of I’m a pink flamingo, there’s no doubt, you and the beast should take me OUT!
Well, I think she had fun and she continues to amaze me. This is what the wagon looks like now.
I love gardening and magical beings. My profile is a garden ready to be created,
Maneé Trautz 
Seems like an inconsistent helper
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True
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Ha ha. As adorable as Fancy is I can’t help but think a flamingo bill is among the easier to gag… 🙂
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