It was a blustery winter's day. Danny and I were talking in the courtyard when at least a hundred strange beasts flew over. Loud monkey hoots and screeches filled the air. They tumbled in the breeze like autumn leaves, broad and paper thin with white fringes on their sides and down their long thin tails. Changing colors simultaneously, yellow to blue to red, sifting through the limbs of trees and disappearing en mass over the blue horizon.
I looked at Danny. Dumbfounded.
"Sail monkeys." Said Danny. "Wildlife agents released them to curb the overabundance of Glider Turtles."
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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Hi Rocky...I had no idea you blogged! Love your stories and poems. Amy gave a sweet shout out to your blog so I moseyed on over. By the way...I'm Elise's Mom. Looking forward to some more of your writings and I invite you to come visit mine!
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