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Dance the Night Away

Rosie flew herself to the Alhambra. "Such a Romantic Spot." she mused, " I love the Arabic architecture and the best part of course is the lovely gardens." She stashed her blanket, beach ball and shrimp basket behind a beautifully sculpted bush and went to the Most Perfect School of Flamenco Dance.

What a time she had. Soon Rosie was twirling and stomping with the best of them. She had no need of a fan, her beautius wings gave just the right touch of flirtatiousness. Castanets? who wanted them, she clacked her beak just right. "I could be the queen of Fantasia," she chirped and all the other dancers agreed.

Can Flamingos Really Speak Spanish?

Days later, wing weary and bleary eyed, Rosie spotted some little fishing boats, “Cool,” she thought, “ I have arrived. Spain Here I Come.”

Rosie Pink landed in the crow’s nest of one of the boats, “Wow, this is pretty dizzy up here. I feel a little ill. No wonder crows are so cranky.” She heard men chattering below in a language she almost understood, “that doesn’t sound like Florida Spanish” “Ola,” she called down, “ Me yamma is Rosie Pink.  Has ta  mon nona mesa megos.

(Of course Rosie, being a flamingo has very poor comprehension of Spanish and other Human languages, but she tried.)

One man looked up, pointed and all of them made strange cackling and hooting noises.

“Well,” an indignant Rosie huffed, “ How. Rude.” It is so uncomfortable here, I am dizzy and a little seasick, and I am NOT a crow to be laughed at. And I tried to be polite and talk to them. “ She gave a flap and leap (not easy on a tippy boat) and took off again.

Up Up and Away

Off she headed, took her bearings and aimed east.  Rosie flew for a long time, way out over the waves. She spotted whales and dolphins and then this giant set of teeth flew up out of the water and snapped at her heels. “whooaaa wow… Sharks” she squeaked. “I had better up the ante, higher and faster. “

Rosie flew for.ever (more or less) and was feeling dead beat when a Kindly Whale offered her his back. “ I have been checking you out Ms Pink, that was quite the swoop you made away from the Great White back there.

“Holey Moly, that was something wasn’t it? I really appreciate this ride. I don’t know if I would manage that trick again right now.”

“Where are you headed?”

“On my way to Spain, I want to learn to be a Flamenco Flamingo. Also I hear they speak Spanish and love shrimp. It is my kind of place. I may also find a really cool casa to hang in.”

“Don’t know about that, I’m partial to plankton myself. What takes you so far away?

“I have a yen for distant shores and a new type of nest. The swamp mud is SO BROWN.” Spain seemed like a good idea this morning, didn’t know it was so far away.”

Rosie and the Kindly Whale drifted peacefully for several hours. Just as she was rested and ready to stretch her wings again, the Whale mentioned he was hungry.

“I don’t think you want to do a plankton dive with me Ms. Pink.”

“Nope,” quipped Rosie, “You are a right slippery fellow, but I am grateful for the ride.”

“Any time missy, you just be safe and let any of my cousins know if you need a ride. I sure wish I could come ashore and see that Flamenco Dance. You are going to be some fancy Flamingo.”

The Kindly Whale took a huge breath and just as he sank under the waves, Rosie Pink flapped her wings and was up high enough to avoid leaping sharks. As she looked back, she saw the whale slap his tail in a huge farewell.

A Flying Leap

“Blue Bert, what’s snapping is me.  I am leaving the swamp, fluffing the mud from my wings, hitting the clouds. I am off to find a fine place to live. I want color and trees and sun. I want a fancy new nest.  Most of all I want to do something more than stand around on one leg all day. I  want to play polo, run with the bulls or drink pink champagne. Know what I mean?”

“mmglfllg” muttered Blue Bert around his grub. “Not really. I mean, it’s pretty great here all the grubs and snakes I want, and of course Every One thinks I am Soooo Beautiful.” Blue Bert preened his feathers. “ And they are right, my blues are so glossy and the greens so sparkly….”

“OHHHH” huffed Rosie Pink, “even you. All you need is a mirror.”  Rosie bundled up her blanket with everything in it. Ran down the sand and took a flying leap.

Juicy Grubs

The turquoise sea was murmuring and a soft breeze flapped her umbrella and ruffled the blanket. Rosie stuffed a few more shrimp.

“I am out of here,” she thought. “My life is just not exciting. I need to see new places. I need new faces and there is a whole wide world out there.  I want a new home, I think I want to live… somewhere else. “

 Just then Blue Bert strolled down the beach.

“Hey ya  Rosie Pink, I see you’ve got shrimp.  Me, I prefer a juicy grub. What’s snapping kiddo?”

Rosie Leaves the Swamp

Last Tuesday Rosie Pink had had enough of the swamp.

“Oh I am so sick of this marsh, my mud nest is so blah, and the Frogs, and more Frogs, and Noisy Frogs, not to mention Jumping Frogs,” muttered Rosie.

She packed up her blanket, beach ball and shrimp basket and headed for the beach. After spreading her blanket in the sand, Rosie stuffed some shrimp into her beak, stretched her legs and sat down.

“It is so heavenly to get off standing on one leg. One leg standing is so boring. My swamp is so boring. Brown mud, brown nests and miles of cattails every where. Boring   Boring  Boring.”